#I just realized I forgot to put this fic on queue oh no

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Two Fools

Fandom/Pairing: Elsword; MMRS (can be read as platonic) Rating: K Word Count: 2,310

Summary: Both were emotional people, albeit that Add tried to be reserved with little success while Elsword wore his emotions on his sleeves. Although Elsword was saved from being consumed by the El after offering himself to it, his actions are met with silence when Add left without a word.  

Birthday gift for @zeloree

For the first time since he left Atlus Station, his mind was clear, and he felt like himself. The voice that once cluttered his head like a heavy fog has lifted after what felt like a long nap. There were more than ten of them now, but their pleads awakened the Rune Slayer and brought him back to the living world.

Without him to maintain its stability, the urgency on restoring the El to its former glory was at stake, but even Elsword couldn’t find himself to place too much pressure on that. He always believed in himself and his friends to find a solution to everything they faced. This wasn’t any different than before.

It was like nothing changed while he was gone. Or so he thought. Aisha and his sister reprimanded him for making foolhardy decisions and putting himself out there like that, with Eve even slapping him to get her feelings on the matter across. He was still rubbing his face later until Raven offered an ice pack to alleviate the pain. Rena didn’t yell at him, but she offered him more food than necessary at dinner and Ciel offered him a cookie, the one Lu insisted was the best. They planned on staying in Elysion for a few days to rest before packing up for their next destination. Amid catching up with everyone’s concern for his well-being, Elsword forgot one person.

Where was Add?

The last time he saw the scientist was when he woke up from his deep slumber, where Add uttered, “Get up, you nosy brat. How many times are you going to bother me?”

He said it with annoyance, but it didn’t reach his eyes and his voice was more robotic than Eve’s. Add refused to look at him after that and mumbled something about resupplying their inventory when asked where he was going. He hasn’t returned since then. It was past dinner when Elsword excused himself.

“I’m going to look for him,” Elsword said when Aisha stared at him. “His dinner is going to get cold.”  

Away from their house in Velder, there was no lab for the Mastermind to hide in. He couldn’t have ventured far from their campsite. Elysion was lit up like a lantern when Elsword left to search for the scientist. Even at night the city refused to sleep. The streets were somewhat crowded and occupied by nasods, all of Adrian’s creations.

Like Hamel, Elysion’s architecture was carved in white and gold, out of material he didn’t recognize from Elrios. The buildings had white rooftops gold outlines and patterns traced over the edges. The only organic beings in the city were the cherry blossom trees that never lost their petals when Elsword ran past them. The signs directed him to the city plaza, where he found the familiar sight of a white-haired man sitting under a purple roofed pillar with his legs hanging over the edges.

“Add!” Elsword waved to get the other’s attention.

He ran over to the scientist to sit beside him and stretched out his arms to yawn. It was a breathtaking view, he could see the cherry blossoms in bloom from where they sat. There was a manmade pond beneath the building where he could dip his feet into if he wanted to. But that wasn’t what he was looking at.

Add rested his head against one of the pillars supporting the roof and didn’t turn his head to greet the redhead. His face was calm with his eyes averting his gaze, staring at the cherry blossoms with newfound interest.

“It’s pretty here, isn’t it?” Elsword said when the other didn’t answer. “Where have you been? Everyone’s been worried about you.”

Or at least some of them did, Elsword thought. Aisha huffed when he announced his leave, but let him go when it became clear that he had no intentions on returning until Add was back. Rena was more empathetic and promised to keep Add’s food warm in the meantime. Eve and Ain nodded, but he could tell that their opinion and his on the scientist weren’t mutual. A few of the others saw it as normality for him to show worry about one of their teammates gone missing and offered to join him, but Elsword declined. He knew this had to be just them because he didn’t appreciate having an audience if something was personal enough to make Add leave out of the blue.      

“That’s a lie.”

He looked up at the scientist in surprise when he finally uttered a short sentence. Confused, Elsword tugged on Add’s long jacket sleeve. Why wasn’t he looking at him? Was Add upset because it took them so long to figure out that their situation was beyond Solace after so many detours through Sander and Lanox?  

“You probably came here because you noticed I was gone,” Add said. “Here you go again, playing the hero. You have guts to come here after what you did.”

“What do you mean?” Elsword tried to understand when he recognized that Add was unhappy with him.

He wasn’t afraid of the scientist’s changed mood, but was troubled by it. The redhead was used to seeing Add upset on failed experiments or when things didn’t go his way, but this emotion felt different. Add was furious.             

“Do you know how long you were out, red bean?” Add growled, “The El is powered by people who resonate with it and the first thing you do is offer yourself to it like a sacrificial lamb. I didn’t know you wanted to become lamb chop.”

Elsword winced at Add’s lack of mincing words. While he appreciated Add’s food metaphors, this was not how he envisioned the scientist on using them. Couldn’t Add laugh this off like he did for all his other mistakes and drop it already? It wasn’t as bad as Add made it sound.   

“I don’t know, lamb chop is delicious,” he laughed when Add glared at him.

Uh oh, this wasn’t good. Was he stupid to find amusement in the other’s anger? There was something endearing about seeing that yes, the cold hearted scientist was capable of showing worry, even if Add was stubborn about it. Sometimes, Elsword couldn’t help but say what was on his mind without thinking, just to see Add show more of his emotional side.    

Elsword said, “This isn’t about me. If the El continued being hosted by El Lady-”

“The same would happen to you,” he said with annoyance. “Consumed by it until you cease to exist. Do you have some kind of hero complex and enjoy giving yourself away to everyone?”

“You say that as if it’s a terrible thing,” Elsword said.

Hero complex? That had to be the first time he heard of that, Elsword mused to himself. He couldn’t understand why Add saw it as an insult. Wasn’t it a good thing on wanting to help people? He was treating them the same as he would have wanted others to treat him, so it was okay, wasn’t it?   

“It is when you disregard how everyone feels and throw yourself away like you’re worthless,” Add tucked his head down to hide his face. When Elsword tried looking at him, he blinked his eyes a lot and scowled.

“Does that mean you think I’m not worthless?” Elsword forced a smile, but even he was having a tough time doing that when Add didn’t return one. Add wasn’t going to be mad at him forever, was he? “I just did what I thought was best for everyone.”

“I’m not talking about everyone,” Add blurted out, no longer caring that he was too loud or that the nasods stopped in their monotonous tracks to look at the outburst he was causing. “I’m talking about you. Did it ever occur to you that nobody wanted this? Do you know how long it took them to find your body before that dragon told us where you went?

“What do you mean where my body went?” Elsword stopped him. His physical body, it still existed if he was standing in front of Add. What happened to it back there? He was asleep with his mind drifting away from his subconscious, but he couldn’t remember where he was. The sinking feeling he had was making him uneasy.   

“Your body disappeared,” the scientist said. “For all we know, you could have been dead. At least tell someone what was going on in that musclehead of yours before running off. And your sister...she didn’t tell us about the voices in her head until after you disappeared!”

Elesis heard them too? Elsword scratched the back of his head in wonder, then remembered what Solace told him. It was El Lady who tried to contact him and his sister, a cry for help that led to all of this. Everything was beginning to make sense now that he was back with the living with the capacity to think again.

“Okay, the first one is my fault,” Elsword admitted. “The second one, that’s all of sis, not me.”

Add’s hair slid down with the rest of his ponytail, lower than the usual. His side bangs were a mess, tangled from the scientist tugging on them out of habit when stressed or impatient. His collar was low enough that Elsword could see the scar on his neck peeking out. With his half-lidded eyes and melancholy expression, Elsword felt a pang of guilt when he realized Add likely hasn’t slept in days because he wasn’t there to remind him.      

“Forget what I said,” he shook his head. “That was selfish and irrational of me to say. I do mean the last part, though. At least talk to pineapple first if something changed about you. At least she has more of a brain than you.”

“You really don’t understand, do you?” Elsword said with exasperation, “I thought of everything. It was either lose everything or my sister. She’s all I have left! Losing sis would mean losing the person who made me what I am. If I lost my friends or you because I thought she was more important… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I couldn’t have either. You think I wanted any of this?”  

It was true that he didn’t know much of Add’s family or his past because the scientist always kept shut about the topic, but even the scientist knew how much Elesis meant to him. He fought strong demons and if he had to, take on one of the El Masters to protect his sister. But sacrificing his friends and the world for Elesis wasn’t something that sat right with him.  

Learning that Elesis attracted El Lady’s attention was when Elsword had to begin taking serious considerations on what to do with his life. It was when he saw Solace trying to save El Lady did he realize he didn’t want the same to happen if Elesis was to offer herself to the El. It only seemed fair that he traded his life for hers. A life for a life.

Elsword knew that he wasn’t as smart as Aisha or adept in technology as Add or Eve, but he knew his will to charge in and initiate change was his strength. It still hurt when people underestimated him and assumed he didn’t think things through. He was reckless, but he wasn’t stupid, or at least that’s what he told himself. It wasn’t like he decided to sacrifice himself on the whim, not before considering all his other options. Although without his friends, he wouldn’t be here and never would have thought of searching for an alternative energy.    

“She was your only family…” Add looked at him with what looked like guilt, “And here I was calling you stupid. Perhaps I’m the idiot for judging you so quickly.”

Was Add apologizing? There were no take backs or the scientist making light of things. No feeble excuses with Add being too stubborn to admit his mistakes, or thank heavens if he was capable of having emotions like most human beings. He was awkward sitting next to Elsword with his head slumped down and his back slouched. Elsword reached out to wrap his arm around Add and silently cheered when the other didn’t reject his gesture. Add shook when he hugged him with his arms around his neck. It made the scientist look vulnerable. It felt wrong.      

“I’m sorry you’re upset, but that was my decision,” Elsword rubbed the other’s back. “You’re not the only one who disagreed with it.”

And he had the slap marks on his face to prove it too.  

“Naturally,” Add buried his head into the other’s shoulder and closed his eyes when Elsword patted his fluffy hair. “But that still makes you a fool.”    

“I know.”

“Unlike your goody two shoe friends, I won’t go easy on you if I catch you sacrificing yourself so you could play the martyr again.”

Elsword laughed at the empty threat, “Is that a duel I hear? I can take you on.”

Add chuckled at his response and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe his audacity to say that. He was probably calmer than Elsword anticipated because the knight was brushing his fingers through his hair.    

Elsword knew the scientist was serious about stopping him, but he understood why. He would have done the same if their roles reversed. They stayed there for a while, neither of them wanting to move until Add’s stomach growled, earning him an embarrassed laugh and nudging them to return to their campsite. The confused looks from their friends when Add announced that he was going to help them pack tomorrow for the trip made Elsword laugh. Despite Add insisting he was selfish more than once, he didn’t think the scientist was a bad person.

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Amoreena | chapter thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: fluff like unbelievably fluffy!

word count: 6.1

here's the playlist for the fic, the last song in the playlist if looped will lead right into Amoreena at the beginning and it works pretty well timing-wise if you like to listen while you read !!

from the beginning <3

All their bags were packed by Friday morning, Y/N and Amoreena waking up extra early with excitement for the weekend ahead of them, and they didn’t even know what was going to happen yet.

Y/N made sure everything was packed and ready for a 3rd time on Saturday morning, right before they left on the trip; making sure they had sunscreen and aloe vera, all her medicine and ginger ale by the pack for her random bouts of morning sickness that lasted all, day, long... And their dresses and his suit hanging behind the driver's seat, beside Amoreena, they all piled into Y/N’s car and took off down the road on their adventure.

Amoreena was awake for the first half of the 9-hour trip, singing like crazy as they drove through Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York, it was so amazing she couldn’t stop cheering the whole time. It was more than she’s ever seen before, even though they lived so close to New York, she’s never been through it before.

Once they arrived in Rhode Island, Spencer pulled over at the closest gas station to make sure the girls were all prepared and ready for the big surprise he had for them. They filled the car, used the restroom and bought some lemonade before getting back into the car, he turned in the driver's seat to see Amoreena and Y/N better, looking at their wide eyes memorizing the calmness in their faces before he told them.

He didn’t want them to freak out too much, he was worried about Y/N’s blood pressure and how loud she might scream and any stress that a situation like this could put on her body. He’s seen how people react to Taylor Swift, he just didn’t know how they would.

“Now, I'm only telling you so you don't freak out," he repeated the same worry she had when she broke the news of the baby, "I didn’t have to rent a place on the water because my friend lives up here, so we’re going to stay in her guest house,” he explained it simply.

“Rossi's wife?” Y/N asked, confused about who it could be and if she knew this woman yet.

“No, actually I think you might know her, her name is Taylor?”

“No,” she shakes her head furiously, “no, nope, there's no way you did this, Spencer Walter Reid I am not kidding I’m going to pass away if I see her.” She's holding both her hands in fists as she tries to stay calm, closing her eyes quickly before letting out a deep sigh.

“Taylor who?” Amoreena yells, undoing her seatbelt and standing between their seats, she almost jumps into his lap as she leans over and grabs a fistful of his shirt, “Taylor WHO?”

“Go get in your seat and I’ll show you,” he teases, watching her follow orders and get back in the seat as quickly as possible, shouting at him to drive the second he hears the seatbelt click again.

Y/N is completely speechless for the next 20 minutes of the drive, eyes wide and a hand on her stomach as she stares out the front window. She’s like a statue, not able to hear anything Amoreena is saying but that doesn't stop her from going on and on with her stories.

“Mom!” She’s finally able to break her out of the haze, “pass me your phone!”

“Yeah,” she doesn’t even question it, handing her the phone back to the antsy 7-year-old so she could continue her internal panic.

They see her house on the hill as they approach, “holy shit,” Y/N whispers as Amoreena turns on the last great American dynasty, knowing exactly where they were going.

Taylor asked for his licence plate number and car model when they were emailing, letting her gate guy know to let Spencer right in so he could keep it a secret. But they knew the house, there was no point in not telling them. Y/N looked a little relieved that he gave her the time to freak out alone and not as soon as they crested the hill.

Her driveway felt never-ending as they got closer and closer, Amoreena was still in disbelief as she squealed in the back seat, hands flailing as she tried to calm the excitement inside her body with her favourite stim.

Then Taylor walked out into the front yard and Y/N was a mess. Crying as she waved her hand in front of her face, not wanting to be a mess in front of Taylor fucking Swift, “I told you nothing crazy! How did you do this?”

“Yes, but I said 'define crazy’ and you didn’t,” he reminds her with a cheeky smile.

She shoves him, “I didn’t think you could do this?!”

Once they’re parked the door automatically unlocked, and as much as spencer hated that non-safety feature, he's glad Amoreena can get out quickly before she's screaming bloody murder. Amoreena is out the door and in Taylor’s arms faster than they’ve ever seen her move, she should be a track star. It almost knocks Taylor to the ground as she takes her in, holding the sweet little girl against her chest with the biggest smile on her face. Amoreena snuggles right into her, with a hand on her cheek and her other arm wrapped behind her neck. She couldn't be any closer to her, it was like she was her favourite relative who she hasn't seen in a while.

Amoreena is talking her ear off already by the time Spencer’s helping Y/N out of the car and walking her to Taylor, she’s holding his hand like she’s going to pass out or something, “and this is my mom Y/N and my dad Spencer but somehow you know him already,” Amoreena introduces her.

“Hi, Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you, Spencer's told me a lot about you.” Taylor’s sweet voice saying her name alone makes her stutter out a bunch of nonsense, not to mention the fact Spencer's been talking to Taylor fucking Swift about her.

Amoreena moves out of the way for Taylor to wrap her up in a hug, and Y/N cries harder than he’s ever seen on her shoulder, “thank you,” is all she can say, it’s frightening to Amoreena at first to see her mom cry like that but she knows her mom just loves Taylor like family.

What she doesn’t know is just how much Taylor saved her life. If she didn’t have someone to listen to, someone to take the pain and replace it with hope, she wouldn’t be here and by default neither would Amoreena. Spencer owed everything to Taylor swift at this point, she was a blessing in his life that he took for granted. Not realizing until that moment just how much she meant to him as well now.

“Sorry,” Y/N finally says as she pulls off her, “I’m pregnant, I can’t help it.”

Taylor’s hands fly right to her stomach, “holy crap, you never told me that she’s pregnant in your emails, oh my god!” She’s genuinely so happy for them, “how far along are you?”

“6 weeks on Sunday,” she smiles, feeling like herself again even though it’s incredibly strange to be telling Taylor before her parents even knew. “No one really knows, it’s all very new but when you know, you know… y’know?”

For a woman with an English language degree, she sure knew how to make a sentence, all of them laughing at the words she chose, but they understood.

“We should have used paper rings!” Amoreena yells, holding her hand over her eyes in disbelief as she shares her head with a sigh, she couldn’t believe she forgot that song existed.

It made Taylor laugh, scooping the little one up in her arms and starting the walk inside.

“Well come on in, I’ve got a big lunch spread ready for us and then we can go to the beach for the ceremony whenever you want this weekend, does that sound good?” Taylor is beyond excited to make new friends, much like Amoreena, they got along famously.

“Where are the cats? Do they live here or in LA or Nashville?” Amoreena changed the topic in the form of a yes and proving just how much she knew about Taylor.

“They’re here, Olivia and Benjamin will probably find us soon, Meredith isn’t very open to new friends now that she’s an old lady,” Taylor explained as she set Amoreena down in the entryway, bending down to be at her level and pointing off into the living room, “oh, see, there one is!”

Amoreena saw one of them laying on the floor under a sunny spot, running to it and petting it gently, “hi Benjamin, I loved you in the ME video,” she whispers as she pets him, making Taylor swoon.

“She’s amazing,” Taylor swooned, “I can’t wait to have one.”

“You should!” Y/N agreed, reaching to take Taylor's hand on impulse, and Taylor held it back with a smile, “oh that would be so wonderful, I can just imagine the beautiful stories you’ll create when you discover what it’s like to love someone how your mom loves you.”

Taylor’s smile was priceless, "that's the best way to think about it," she beamed at Y/N the way Spencer did, she had that effect on people. They followed her into the dining room, taking a seat near each other and digging into all the food Taylor made for them.

“Ah,” Amoreena said as she finally joined them, sitting on her knees on Taylors nice antique chairs. “Shark coochie,” she whispers the words to herself, not able to stop her mind from repeating it, but still not wanting Taylor to hear it in case it was inappropriate. She was incredibly well-mannered for someone who had a hard time reading social queues.

“It’s a hard word to say,” Taylor agreed, making her feel less awkward. Spencer may have told her about her autism in advance, wanting his little girl to be respected by everyone she met, for who she truly was, “my mom called it a coochie spread once, actually, she's going to be over tomorrow for father's day.”

"Yes! Oh, I love Andrea," Amoreena laughed at how cool this day was, smiling at Taylor the way she smiled at him that first morning at breakfast like she just found yet another person to love. “You’re so wonderful, Taylor.”

“Oh, thank you, you're pretty enchanting yourself,” she smiles, “I take it you’ve known about me for your whole life?”

“Yep,” she smiled, reaching for a chocolate-covered strawberry and taking a huge bite, covering her mouth before she continued, “I was born a month after Red came out, November thirteenth, it really is a lucky number now, mom says so at least.”

“It is!” Taylor agreed with a smile, “I have some markers, do you want to wear matching 13’s today?”

“Mom, can I colour on my hand?” She turns so fast Spencer thinks she’ll get whiplash.

“Yeah, go for it!” She agrees, spreading cream cheese on a croissant and layering tomatoes on top, definitely pregnant.

So Taylor gets a marker and both their left hands now have matching numbers. Amoreena asks to take a million photos, eventually just taking Y/N’s phone from her, permanently, to take photos of all her favourite things around the house.

She runs off with the cats at a certain point, giving Y/N a chance to thank Taylor without tiny ears listening in. “Can I get really emotional and tell you how much you mean to me or is that too weird for our first chat?”

“Not weird at all, knowing you’ve used my music to raise that beautiful child makes me love you just as much, I’d love to hear why you picked me, of all musicians, to show her how to love,” Taylor replies, as regal and kindly as humanly possible.

“My first fiancé, Stephen, he was actually like an angel and our first kiss was quite literally in the rain, but he passed away in 2010,” she explained it with a smile so Taylor knew it wasn’t a touchy subject anymore, “I bonded with Fearless in a way I can’t even describe to you, it’s my life, he was my superstar, and white horse, I mean come on, I can’t tell you how many times I cried to that after he died but it helped me not feel alone. I wouldn’t be who I am without Fearless, and then Speak Now was there for me when I needed a good cry, Last Kiss really broke me but it wasn’t until Lover came out that I realized I could find someone again, and it’s always just like you released things as I needed them like you were helping me through all the bad things,” she’s never even told Spencer all this, it was special to him that he got to give her this moment.

“When you re-released it with the vault songs, I met Spencer literally a month later. I cried my eyes out to you all over me, but That’s When makes me think of Spencer and now the whole album has a new memory in my heart that’s better. It's just like why you re-released it, to replace the bad things that happened that took all the happiness out of something you cared so much about." Y/N took a second to breathe, shaky as she got to the end of her rant that she seemed to have prepared in the 20 minutes before she had to talk to her.

"I love you, honestly. You’re my best friend and you didn’t even know me then, but you’ve held my hand through it all, so thank you,” she cried a little, holding her belly with one hand as she tried to hold the tears in.

Taylor was out of her chair and in Y/N’s arms within seconds, crying into her arms as she held her. She rubbed Y/N’s back as she cried too, “I’m so sorry that happened, but I’m glad I could be there.”

“Do you want to be this baby's godmother?” She asks on impulse without even asking Spencer if he’s okay with it, he was, it made him laugh.

“Eleonora Taylor Reid,” Spencer says from across the table, making them both turn to him with wide eyes.

“Yes,” Y/N agrees fast, “that's the name if it’s a girl, if it’s a boy he can be Taylor as well?”

“Holy shit,” Taylor smiled wide, “yes, I want to come to visit the farm and buy them baby gifts and throw you a baby shower! I inadvertently helped make them so it’s only fair.”

“Hopefully she gets your voice too, Y/N,” Spencer adds and Y/N shoots him a panicked glance, “it’s the Taylor legacy to be a good singer.”

“You can sing?” The question Y/N feared coming past Taylor's lovely vocal cords, almost on queue.

Y/N can't help but glare at spencer, he had too many tricks up his sleeve and she was at her limit.

“Yes,” Y/N finally answers, “I was going to go to theatre school, but I switched to become a Librarian, I’m not good with crowds or competition and that's basically what the industry depends on. I like the quiet, telling stories on paper is just as easy as singing it to a crowd.”

“That's fair,” Taylor agreed, “would you and Amoreena like to sing some song with me? I have my guitar or the piano? I’m not used to having new friends over without sharing at least 1 song with them. I’m sure you’ve seen my listening parties?” She was really trying to convince her to sing, Spencer knew why and what she had planned.

Amoreena came running in then, “I can play piano too, can we do the long live new year's day from the tour movie?” She rests her hands on Taylor's arm, looking up at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, come on,” she says taking Amoreena’s hand and rushing into the piano room. “Here, we’ll record it too,” she offered, setting her phone up on the music stand to capture the moment forever.

They sat side by side on the bench, Amoreena showing her how she could play the opening perfectly and surprising Spencer. He knew they had a piano at home, he’s just never seen her play it before.

“She has perfect pitch,” Y/N bragged, “she can play a song after hearing it once.”

“Really?” Spencer had no idea, unbelievably proud of her as he listened to her play.

She’s quietly playing the intro to Long Live as Taylor watches, joining in with the harmony of New Year's Day, “this one reminds me of my mom and dad.”

“Does it?” Taylor coo’s, smiling at her softly as Y/N tries not to cry beside Spencer.

“They’re the knight and the princess of our kingdom,” she explained before the two of them started singing the words together, like they always have, only Taylor was beside her and not just on the TV.

“I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind, the time we stood with our shaking hands, the crowds in the stands went wild,” Amoreena’s tiny voice lead-in, fearlessly as she played away.

“We were the Kings and the Queens, and they read off our names, the night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same... You held your head like a hero, on a history book page... It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age,” Spencer couldn’t help but cry as she sang with Taylor.

This was on the concert movie, he showed her after school, this song came on and she was silent, listening to the words as she stared at him and then back at the TV. Her mind was connecting little dots, making a story about her mom and dad being the king and the queen, it all made sense now.

“Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you, I was screaming long live, all the magic we made and bring on all the pretenders, I’m not afraid,

Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you, I was screaming long live, that look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders, one day, we will be remembered,”

Their fingers moved in sync on the keys as they harmonized almost perfectly, she wasn’t kidding about Amoreena having perfect pitch. She knew all the words and sang them almost louder than Taylor.

“And hold on to spinning around, confetti, falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall…”

The piano changes, the cords softer as they move into a new song, smiling at her mom and dad like she knew something. She had no idea what happened the night of the fake wedding, just that they had a party without her.

“And hold on… To spinning around… Confetti… Falls to the ground…”

Spencer wraps his arms around Y/N then, resting his chin on her shoulder as they sway to the tune, she’s barely whispering the words beside him as she smiles as her baby.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before, but… Don’t read the last page, but I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared and you're turning away. I want, your midnights, I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

Y/N’s hands rest on top of Spencer’s, she squeezes them three times, right before the next lyric.

“You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I’ll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home,

Don't read the last page, but I stay, when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes. I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on, to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the two of them chanting along with Taylor in beautiful harmony, Spencer felt like he was in heaven among the angels, but for real this time. “And I will hold on to you…”

The piano is so soft, it’s just Amoreena’s fingers hitting them as Taylor goes silent, letting her take the lead with a soft smile, “Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere. Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere.”

They stop for just a moment for Amoreena to smile up at Taylor, just like the break in the concert, “I really do love you,” she reminds them all before playing again.

“We love you, too, sweet girl,” Taylor replies for them using the same nickname for her because it was the truth. She was the sweetest girl, that Amoreena.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor. You and me forevermore, don't read the last page, but I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes and I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the girls all chant together, swaying back and forth to the rhythm before taking different parts in the song like they’ve planned it before.

“And Long live,” Taylor takes the one song, while Amoreena takes the other.

Please don't ever become a stranger…

The walls we crashed through..

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…

I had the time of my life

Please don't ever become a stranger…

With you…

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…"

Amoreena plays the rest, smiling wide at the best day of her life. Meaning every single word she’s saying. “And Long live, the walls we crashed through. I had the time of my life… With you…” Amoreena ends with a few extra notes, making Taylor smile as she held her in a side hug.

She turns back to the piano then, starting to play Amoreena by Elton John. “No way..” Y/N gasps, before getting ready to sing along with all the confidence in the world, alongside Taylor Swift of all people.

“It’s just that; Lately, I've been thinking, how much I miss my lady, Amoreena's in the hayfield, brightening the daybreak,” Taylor changes some of the words, much to Y/N surprise.

“Livin’ like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child! And when it rains, the rain falls down… washing out the cattle town… and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown… And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean… Laughing, fit to burst, upon each other…”

Y/N turns to Spencer then, singing to him softly as she wraps her arms around him and sways her hips to the song, pressing against him like they were in the movie Dirty Dancing, something she’s always wanted to do, clearly, with the smile on her face as she sings.

“I can see you sittin’, eatin’, apples in the evenin’. Fruit juice, flowing slowly, slowly, slowly down the bronze of your body. Livin’, like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child.”

Amoreena’s voice was the loudest in the chorus, this was her song after all. She belted it out like it was made for her.

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! And she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by! When we would lean, laughing, fit to burst upon each other…”

Spencer knew the words as well, who didn’t? It was Elton John's best song. He hugged Y/N, snuggling into the crook of her neck as they twirled in Taylor Swift's living room, swaying with her, forgetting they weren’t alone for a moment.

“Oh, if only I could nestle, in the cradle of your cabin. My arm's around your shoulder, oh… The window wide and open, while the swallow and the sycamore, whoa! Are playing in the valley. Oh, I miss you, Amoreena, like the king bee misses honey!”

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean! Laughing, fit to burst upon each other, oooh!”

Amoreena and Taylor playing the iconic piano solo together, Y/N can’t help but move in closer to watch over her little girls shoulders.

“Lately, I've been thinking… How much I miss my lady… Amoreena's in a cornfield, brightening the daybreak. Livin’, like a lusty flower! Runnin; through the grass for hours! Rollin’ through the hay, woah! Like a puppy, like a puppy, child…” Y/N’s voice loud enough to be on the recording Taylor was making as the song ended.

Taylor stopped it then, just as Y/N swore, “holy shit, that was the coolest thing that’s ever happened in my whole life.”

“Mom,” Amoreena looked at her like she broke the law or something, “you don’t swear in front of her…” she mumbled.

Taylor laughed, wrapping her up in another hug, “have you heard champagne problems? It’s okay for big kids to swear here,” she teased her.

They laughed like they were family like they’ve been there before and were always meant to return. Something just clicked with them, and without a doubt, they’d be returning. Taylor Swift of all people slipped right into their little life, filling the shoes of big sister, best friend and coolest aunt in the world all in one day.

It was the most perfect afternoon.

—

Just before the sunset, they all changed into their wedding attire. Meeting out on the beach for their small, extremely intimate wedding ceremony with miss Taylor Swift. Getting it out of the way so they could have the whole weekend for whatever Taylor had planned for them. She said she had a few surprises up her sleeve still.

They filled out all the paperwork required on Taylor's kitchen table beforehand, she had all the right documents from when she registered to ordain online. All they had to do was submit it at town hall and they’d be legally married.

But it didn’t matter to them, this was enough.

Taylor and Amoreena stood side by side at a homemade arch on the beachfront that Taylor owned, waiting patiently for Spencer and Y/N to walk down the fake aisle, hand in hand. They couldn’t stop smiling as they saw Amoreena at the end, a big smile on her face as she bounced with excitement.

They reached the end, turning to each other, Amoreena took Y/N’s bouquet, it was her duty as maid of honour and best man.

“Spencer and I have been emailing for 2 weeks about today, he’s been filling me in little by little about you both as he got to know you, I’ve really gotten to see his love for you in the form of letters,” Taylor described with a large smile on her face.

Y/N looks at him with an open mouth, shocked as she shakes her head in disbelief at him. “You’re kidding, is she who emailed you when we had lunch 2 weeks ago?”

Spencer nodded with another cheeky smile, “she emailed me as you told me not to plan anything too crazy.”

Y/N just laughed at the insanity, “sorry Taylor, please continue.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed along, “it’s actually kind of interesting how Amoreena picked long live and New Year’s Day to sing because from what I’ve learned about you both, the intermission poem from that tour really was written for you, somehow. Almost like by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance…”

Y/n’s eyed do that thing they always do when she’s remembering something she’s heard before, finding the exact filing cabinet in her mind and opening it. She finds the words.

“When she fell, she fell apart. Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk,” she starts the poem with a small nod, letting Taylor continue the monologue in the form of vows.

“When’s she crashed, her clothes disintegrated. And blew away with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends, family and lovers. When she looked around her skin was spattered with ink. Forming the words of a thousand voices, echoes she heard even in her sleep: whatever you say, it is not right. Whatever you do, it is not enough. Your kindness is fake. Your pain is manipulative.”

Y/N hasn’t watched the concert recently, unlike Spencer. She didn’t realize how much it sounded like them. Spencer, however, spotted the coincidences the second he heard it that night with Amoreena. Telling Taylor, explaining in detail how Maeve and Stephen were their personal last kiss storylines, but they’ve found a lover in each other. Cheesy, but it was the best way he could describe it.

“When she lay there on the ground she dreamed of time machines and revenge. And a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.”

She turned her attention to Spencer, replacing the pronouns to fit him for the next part, Y/N looked at him already knowing why, smiling as she made the connection in her mind.

“When he finally rose, he rose slowly. Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies. Wary of phone calls and promises, charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes.

When he stood, he stood with a desolate knowingness, waded out into the dark wild oceans up to his neck. Bathed in his brokenness. Said a prayer of gratitude, for each chink in the armour he never knew he needed.

Standing broad-shouldered next to him, was a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.

When they turned to go home, they heard echoes of new words: may your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice. And even louder: without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance… here.”

“What she said,” Y/N says with a quick giggle, leaning in as she laughs, taking him down in a giggle fit with her.

Amoreena’s lightly tugging on Taylor’s dress then, “you have to say it, please you can’t not say it, I had this planned out before I even knew you’d beee here…” she whispers like Taylor has any clue what she’s talking about.

Y/N just starts to shake her head with a smile, “I think she means the speak now bridge,” she reminds her.

“Ahh,” she smiles, picking Amoreena up to be at eye level with them all, she sings. “I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold, your, pee-E-eeace,” she sings it exactly like it is on the album, almost as if she’s been practicing to release it again…

“There’s the silence there’s my last chance, I stand up with shaking hands all eyes, on me,” Amoreena lightly signs right back. “Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you!”

Spencer laughs then too, smiling at his little girl living out the fantasy of a lifetime, seeing her mom dressed like a princess and marrying the broken knight with rusty armour, while Taylor Swift of all people holds her. Nothing about the life they had together felt real, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I think it’s only fair if I get a say in who marries my mom because I’ve known her the longest,” she adds, “and I’m not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on this white veil occasion, but you happen to be the best dad in the whole world, so I think it’s cool that you love my mom.”

Y/N lets out a choked sob, she clearly had no idea that Amoreena was planning to say all that, but of course, she was. She knew all about every single Disney princess wedding, every fairytale ending and happily ever after, Taylor has helped her learn about love and vows and true feelings that cannot be stopped.

She knew what to say and she meant every word.

Spencer reaches out to take Amoreena from Taylor, holding her in his arms instead as Y/N snuggled in close to them, both his girls in his arms.

“I think it’s only fair I give some vows to you as well, I’m committing my whole life to this family, you should know how much that means I love you, too, Amoreena.” She snuggles in closer to his neck as she holds him back, Y/N’s head resting on his other shoulder.

“Till the day I die, I am going to be here for you: with unconditional love, with the best stories and the best morning cuddles. I don’t care if you pull me out of bed at 5 in the morning to feed the goats, or the chickens or just because you think the sun looks pretty and want me to see it too. I love you Amoreena, you’ve completed my life."

"Do you remember that day you asked me to be your dad?” his voice is so soft as he bumps her cheek with his nose.

She wipes her tears as she pulls away from his shoulder, overly emotional at the events of the day and extremely tired from the excitement she let out earlier. She nods softly, “I meant it.”

“I know honey,” he can’t help but start to cry a little as well, dropping his manly facade and being real with her. She deserved to see exactly what she meant to him, “I watched you pouring glitter glue all over that table, making the biggest mess ever, but it made me think… I had a hole in my heart for so many years, there was a part of me missing for so, so, so long, and then I found a little Eden by beautiful little kingdom, and the fairest lady in all the land took me in, and she patched up my broken heart with glitter glue.”

Amoreena tried to smile the tears away, sniffling as she tried to nod, “that's how I felt when you told me I could pick you to be my dad.”

Y/N was a sobbing mess, having to crouch down to her knees as she let it all out, steadying herself by holding onto Spencer’s leg like a child would at that height, “is she okay?” Amoreena worried.

“Your mom loves us so much, and the baby does too, so it’s making her a bit more emotional than normal,�� he explains, wishing he could scoop Y/N up and hold her as well.

She wipes the tears from her face as she calms herself down and stands back up with help from Taylor, “thank you,” she manages to whisper to her with a smile.

She’s also been crying, watching the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. A family built on true love coming together, using her songs to form a bond that she’d never understand.

And she didn’t want to, some stories were best kept in families, to be sent down the line, generation after generation, to fall into the lap of someone like her one day and create a whole world with it.

“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband, wife and daughter, the royal Reid family,” Taylor’s voice is soft as she plays along with Amoreena’s fantasy land, hushed to match the moment as Spencer leaned in to kiss Y/N.

Amoreena doesn’t cry out in disgust this time, instead, resting her head on her dad's shoulder as she watched them peck each other's lips gently. Watching a fairytale happy ending unfold in front of her very eyes, blessed to be the result of this happy union.

...

A/N: my anon is on now if anyone wants to come talk about the fic with me!! i love to share little hc's and things with you over here (also this was the original planned ending I wasn't going to continue past here but I'm probably going to write this for the next 10 years its too fun not to)

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[yuzukult]

—saccharine

pairing: seokjin x reader word count: 2,319 prompt: seokjin doesn’t believe in love at first sight. so... what’s this feeling that’s churning in the pit of his stomach when he meets you for the first time? warnings: none. minor cursing. fluff attack. a/n: to celebrate my follower milestone! thank you all for supporting and reading my fics, it means a lot to me!

Everyday is a continuous, recurring cycle. 

First, the alarm rings. Then, he slams the snooze button on his phone before resuming into a light sleep for another eight minutes. The annoying horn sings again, and a wash of regret hits from never changing it out of the default, so he finally accepts this by getting up and sliding his feet lazily into a pair of slippers by the side of his bed before making way into the bathroom.

His hair is a mess. But it’s a mess everyday. Life has gone to the point that even brushing his teeth has become a dreadful chore. Shuffling through his bin of hair products, he finds the mousse he consistently loses and finds on repeat and then slaps a boatload of it onto his head.

This is basically a day-in-the-life of Kim Seokjin. Except it’s everyday. It’s never ending. It feels like one of those time loop movies where when he ends his day, it starts back off exactly like it did yesterday. 

To be fair, he can’t complain. He’s got a roof over his head, an apartment all to himself (that means without a roommate), plus a well-paying full time job. It’s hard to whine and cry about how his life seems to have no excitement, other than the occasional meeting with his friends, but contrarily… there’s not much to look forward to.

It’s the same mundane activities. Opening the cabinet above his kitchen counter as he usually does at this time, he grabs his favorite Cheerios. Good starts with happy hearts, as their commercials say, but Seokjin isn’t entirely sure that’s true. 

He’s a “cereal first and milk last” kind of guy. Not that he judges those who do it backwards, but he thinks if anyone does the routine in the opposite order, they might actually be backwards. It’s a condition—he makes it seem, and it’s a rather controversial topic for the guy.

Nonetheless, he enjoys his bowl of breakfast goods. He reads the news on his phone, and when the reminder on his watch dings, Seokjin rushes to put his dishes into the sink and hauls himself down the hall, in direction to his walk-in-closet that evidently is just too big for it being only himself. It’s a constant indication that he’s alone. 

By the time it’s 8:30AM, he’s dressed in his suit and tie, hair slicked back, and has a satchel slung over his shoulder in preparation of yet another day at the office.

But maybe he’d stop by that new place this morning. Change of pace. Maybe it’ll liven up his day and give him something to look forward to. Maybe he’d like it.

The place is around the corner, less than a three minute walk the moment he leaves his apartment building, and if he timed himself, it probably takes longer to leave his home and out of the building. The shop is cute; decor stickers are laid out delicately along the windows, the walls are painted a pretty blush pink, and there’s smiles on all the workers’ faces as if they enjoyed being there.

There’s a smile on your face in particular that captures his attention.

Seokjin is a relatively kind guy, or so he thinks he is. He’s never pinned over girls like those shows he’s seen on TV, but he’s had his fair share of relationships. He’s not shy, but he’s also not outgoing. He has an abundance of friends but only a few are ones he trusts. 

And the girlfriends he had were great but… no one really appreciates his generosity as much as he’d like.

He thinks he’s crazy at this moment, quite frankly, because he doesn’t believe in love at first sight. It’s this theory and idea that writers of a romance genre film and story that people whipped up together to make it seem more appealing to their audiences. But he doesn’t actually think it’s true.

Or is it?

Hair up in a messy bun, there’s a swipe of flour that coats your one cheek, and a smile that dresses your face so beautifully. You’re in a simple outfit that’s a combination of a white tee and blue jeans with the shop’s apron on top, while running around to keep up with all the orders coming through. He has hearts brimming in his pupils and he can’t seem to stop the way his chest tightens the second he lays his eyes on you. Is this what love at first sight is?

Seokjin doesn’t only regret not changing the default ringtone of his alarm this morning. He also regrets not asking for your number.

When he reaches his office, he realizes he forgets to ask for cream and sugar at the bakery. The dark, warm liquid glides down his throat with some difficulty; the bitterness layering his tongue but the memory of you sparks sweetness from within. Who were you? He doesn’t even know you and you’re on his mind like crazy.

Now, Seokjin has seen How I Met Your Mother. He’s watched the nine seasons, totaling out to two-hundred and eight episodes, so needless to say, Seokjin knows what goes on in that show. And ironically, he hates Ted. The guy is a hopeless romantic that thinks every girl he has his eyes on is ‘the one.’ Seokjin refuses to become like Ted, and he would be caught dead replicating those same actions.

Then why the fuck is he caught up on a girl he’s seen once? 

The second time Seokjin comes by the bakery, it’s a hell of a lot less busy. In fact, it’s only three people that man the storefront, rather than the six that he saw the first time he stopped by. He has his fingers crossed behind his back as he waits in the queue patiently, hoping you’d be the one taking his order this time around.

Luck must be on his side because you’re greeting him with those pearly white teeth. “Good morning, nice to see you. What can I get for you today?”

Abort, abort! He can’t talk. He swears that his heart has found its way up into his throat, and he can’t get any words to come out.

You blink. Those gorgeous long lashes brush your cheeks so deftly, and it swells his heart that’s now lodged in the path of his airways. “Sir?”

Seokjin swallows. “Oh—yeah, sorry sorry. Uh, can I get a medium hot coffee? Cream and sugar, please. Forgot to mention that last time and I almost died from the bitterness.” Was that an appropriate comment to make? Did it make you laugh? Or were you offended that he just insulted your workplace’s coffee

He cheers in success on the inside when a soft chuckle escapes from your lips. “Aw, I’m sorry to hear. I guess we should have also done our part and asked if you wanted any. Did you want to order anything else?”

Ah. Was the conversation already ending? But it’s so soon! He barely held the dialogue for a couple seconds, and since he’s got your attention, he can’t let go now. Quickly, his eyes skim the menu and the display case full of baked goods. “Uh, what do you recommend?” He asks, gesturing to the sweets. 

You wave your hand for another coworker to take the next customer’s order. Walking over to the sweets, Seokjin trails over as well, observing your expression. You’ve got your brows furrowed, deep in thought with a quirk of the side of your lips, engrossed with the plentiful of options. “Do you like tarts?”

—

Seokjin is a regular now. 

Whenever the clock strikes 7:30AM, he’s already in his work attire, hair at its best, and has checked his face in the mirror for the fiftieth time. Then, he’s on route to the corner bakery.

He wants to look good before he meets you. Handsome guy for a pretty girl. It’s only right.

The bells at the front door of the shop ring loudly the moment he enters in, and immediately his ears are filled with that beautiful laugh of yours, but you’re not alone. It’s accompanied by someone else’s, a voice that doesn’t match any of your other coworkers and his jaw clenches at the thought. Who is this male that claims to be the purpose of your giggling with a mop he calls hair on the top of his head?

“Oh!” You beam, lifting up the cup of hot coffee in hand. “Seokjin! Come here, I have a new pastry for you to try, and your daily caffeinated beverage to pair it with. Plus, I want you to meet my friend.”

His name is Taehyung. The freaking guy looks like a model, strutting into the café like it’s his runway, and when his gaze meets Seokjin’s, it makes Seokjin feel small.

Seokjin likes you, if the amount of times he comes in a week is evidence for it. He doesn’t just do that either; he often stirs up a conversation, asks how your day is going so far, and even goes out of his way to remember small details so he can bring it up next time. But he can’t help but wonder—do you have a boyfriend? Are you being kind only because Seokjin is a customer? Or are you normally this sweet as those raspberry filled pastries you set him up with? 

And those questions are only emphasized when Taehyung smiles, extends his hands and offers Seokjin a firm shake. “I’m Taehyung.”

Seokjin’s entire work day has gone to shit. All he could think about was who Taehyung was and why you were so adamant about Seokjin meeting him. 

After taking the last bite of the delicious pastry you packed for him (free of charge, too), it hits him. 

If Seokjin liked you, he should just confess his feelings, no matter what the consequences. Instead of sitting here with his shoulders slouched, eating this treat you gave him with a pout upon his lips, he shouldn’t continue waiting around and feeling sorry for himself anymore. Why would he make himself suffer like this when there’s a way to end this vicious cycle? 

Seokjin concludes that he’s going to confess tonight. 

—

What Seokjin learns about you is that you are by far not close to his ideal dream girl. 

You’re the “milk first, cereal last” gal, and he believes you’re ass backwards. You like consistency, and your favorite ringtone is the sound of those stupid horns he has for alarms in the morning. You enjoy the first few hours of your day, basking in the routine that you’ve put together yourself, including the one that had recently involved seeing Seokjin’s face. 

And although you’re not his dream girl, you’ve become it.

“I like you,” He finally confesses, a bouquet of flowers in his hands that match the decor stickers plastered on the shop's windows. “Would you… go out with me?”

Seokjin isn’t here in the mornings like he normally is, opting that since this is definitely a change of pace, he might as well go all out. Maybe this will be different. Maybe he’ll be happier.

Stunned, your mouth drops open. You’re stuttering over your own words, practically malfunctioning like a machine. “Wha—Like—what? Like… you like me as in like… a woman? More than a friend? You want to take me out?”

“Uh,” Seokjin scratches behind his ear anxiously. Was his plan backfiring? “Yes? I… like you. As in, I come here in the mornings for coffee, yeah, but I mostly came to see you. I enjoy hearing your laugh, seeing your smiles, and listening to you talk about these pastries like they’re your world and I—“ He pauses, inhaling a sharp breath, “—then you introduced me to this really good looking guy named Taehyung and I didn’t know what my chances were with you anymore, so here I am. Confessing.”

You’re silent. Truthfully, Seokjin’s not feeling good about this. His palms are sweaty, his heart is racing, and you still haven’t said a word and he’s sure that over thirty seconds have already passed by.

“What—“ You start again, quickly stopping yourself with a shake of your head. “Thank god, really.”

The front of Seokjin’s brows dip in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

You laugh, combing your fingers through your loosened locks. “I’ve been trying to tell my coworkers that I had this stupid crush on you since you first came in. You’re such a great listener, you’re handsome, and fun to talk to. They think you’re too good to be true, so they thought you wanted to be my gay best friend. Hence… the Taehyung test.”

“The Taehyung test?” Seokjin reiterates. 

Chewing on your bottom lip, your eyes are swirls of apologies. “He’s cute, right? Either you’d get jealous that a guy like him has my attention and you like me, or you like him and you’re jealous that he’s making me laugh instead of you.”

Seokjin’s shoulders drop in relief. “So… does that mean you’ll go out with me?”

You smile softly. “Of course, Jin.”

He doesn’t think those mundane activities he identified before are boring anymore. No, not with you, they’re not. He doesn’t mind watching you pour milk instead of cereal first in the mornings because he’s glad he gets to be the one who pinches your side teasingly and call you a weirdo. He doesn’t hate the sound of the horns—okay, a lie, he hates it so much, but they’re bearable when you’re around since you don’t hesitate to shut it off the minute it rings, and immediately hop out the bed, without using the snooze button. Brushing his teeth is a delight, especially when he sees your toothbrush sitting in your own designated cup on your side of the sink.

Everyday is a continuous, recurring cycle. 

But Seokjin doesn’t mind those things if it’s done with you. 

[botan-shirabuki]

Summer of Smut Writing Challenge: Waterlogged

Pairing: SLBP Fujibayashi Genya x MC (OC)

Theme: Day 9 - Stranded on a Boat Together

Summary: Genya being the king of diffusing stressful situations vol. 42069

Rating: NC-17/Explicit (for fingering, cuntylingus, and verrrry dirty talk)

Word Count: 5k

Notes: My 3rd entry in @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut challenge. I know...I know....this is SO late. but a series of consecutive events of life happening left me with barely any time to write, but I HAD to finish this because I love these two so much! I also thought the idea of a fic taking place in an amusement park, especially after the battle event. This one ended up being even longer than the first two so I hope it was worth the wait (if you were waiting...heh)!

Ao3: here

"Why do I have to carry her?"

"You're the one who wanted it so bad."

"Yeah, but you're the one who won her..."

Fuchi pouted and mumbled to herself as she adjusted the giant stuffed animal so that it was on her back and she held the arms crossed over her shoulders. Nothing in her life up to that point could have prepared her to think of the logistics of winning a stuffed animal at an amusement park. Earlier, she and Genya had been walking through a dazzling colorful alleyway full of various games with the prizes lined up against the walls and on the ceilings of each booth. Gen didn't put much thought into how exciting it must have all been for her until she started tugging at his arm while she excitedly squeaked and pointed at a giant stuffed dog that looked like Oboro. Fuchi insisted that they needed to get her, that it was the least they could do to commemorate her since they weren't allowed to bring her to the park themselves. Genya didn't really see the point in spending 500 yen to play, but at the same time, he couldn't help but find her enthusiasm for every single thing she came across wholly endearing. He got it in one easy game of ring toss, but the real prize was the look of joy on her face followed by that look melting into the realization that she would be carrying it for the rest of the night.

Now, they were walking towards the back of the park while Fuchi decided to keep her sulking to herself. Until then, they had gone on every ride they could that day. To Genya's surprise, she was quite the daredevil. Though, considering she had previously been overworking for a week straight, maybe that was her way of letting her hair down. According to the map of KoiLand he kept in his pocket, there were three more rides back there: two flat and one coaster. Unfortunately, the flat rides were kid specific so it looked like they would have to skip those. Genya squinted at the paper, trying to see it beneath the colorful flashing lights of surrounding attractions when Fuchi caught his attention again.

"Hey, Gen, what's that?" she nudged his thigh with her knee. When he looked up, he saw her gesturing towards a group of teenagers walking out of a ride's exit laughing while soaking wet. They walked towards a large booth with the words "DRYING STATION" above the door.

"Huh, what is that?" he drawled, looking back at the map. Apparently, his thumb had been covering this ride while he was looking at it earlier: The Raging River. And judging from the looks of it, it seemed like some sort of ride involving water. He told her what he was thinking and her face instantly lit back up as if she forgot that holding the stuffed dog ever bothered her.

"Can we go on?! I wanna see where the water comes from!" she was practically jogging in place with excitement, like she was ready to sprint towards the entrance with his say so. He couldn't not tease her.

He gave her a slow once over, "Keep bouncing like that and we can go wherever you want, gorgeous."

She stopped then, looking fake angry, though her blush gave her away, "Hey! I was being serious." He couldn't help but crack up at her expression, which made her face scrunch up even more. "What's so funny about--"

Her sentence got cut off by him tweaking her nose with his finger. "And I was being serious too. Come on, let's get a locker for our stuff." He grabbed her by the arm and led her towards the nearby storage STATION while she continued to vibrate with excitement.

....

Fuchi crossed her arms as she waited in the line. She had left her jacket in the locker along with her bag and Oboro-boro-ro-boro, and the queue had some pretty strong fans going even though the worst of the day's summer heat had passed. She found herself running her fingers over her goosebumps and shifting her weight from leg to leg. She could see some of the structure of the ride; it looked to be contained in a large half tube that snaked its way by the left side of the station, but she couldn't hear any train wheels. What were they about to get on?

"Hey," Fuchi jumped at the sound of Genya's voice right close to her ear from behind. His chin was planted on her shoulder. "You good? You look cold."

Before she could even answer, his hands were rubbing her bare arms. "I'm good now, thanks," her voice sounded so mousy just then. She often found herself baffled by how openly affectionate he was with her. Of course, she was proud to be with him, and she was more than willing to be equally affectionate. It just threw her off when he snuck up on her like that. And to top it off, he knew what it did to her when he spoke into her ear like that. She hoped he would get the hint that she didn't want that kind of action when they were waiting in a line with her simple reply.

As if he knew that and chose to ignore it, his hands slowed down until they stopped completely at her shoulders. His thumbs circled near the straps of her top. "You know, I was thinking of a form of payment."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "Payment? Payment for what?"

Mischief and mirth twinkled in his eyes, "For me winning you that prize."

"What, was me carrying her around not enough 'payment?'"

"Mm-mm," he hummed right in her ear, making her clench her arms that were still folded. "That was just common sense."

"How is that common--? What? I'm genuinely confused...and what are you doing now?" she looked down, noticing that his hands had slid off of her arms and were now trailing down the sides of her waist.

"Aah, my hands are so tired," he sighed, holding her close, "Think I need somewhere for them to rest."

Though Fuchi still had her questions, they managed to move with the line just like that. "And what exactly are your hands tired from?"

"Y'know," his hands slipped lower so his fingers were now dipping into the pockets of her jean shorts, "Winning you toys, carrying your food...helping you get out of your seatbelt when you thought it was stuck...."

"That was one time!" she knew he was laughing at the inflection of her voice. "And are you really tired from all of that?"

"Not me, just my hands. And yeah, they're soooo tired," he accentuated the word by squeezing her hips. "Can I rest them here, please?" His voice was so low it was barely above a whisper. "If you want me to, I'll just leave them right here. How's that?"

Fuchi closed her eyes, taking a pause before she answered, "Come on, Gen, play fair..."

"Whaddya mean by that?" he teased, keeping her close as they moved with the line again. "That a yes or no?"

It would have been torture to say no to him anyway, "Of course it's a yes."

They stayed like that until they made it to the ride station, save for Gen putting his hands on her upper arms to warm her up every once in a while.  By the time they could see the actual trains, Fuchi's eyes lit back up with that same childlike excitement. The trains weren't any kind of typical cars; they were giant fake logs with the seats carved out in the middle, and the track was actually submerged in water.

"Oh this is so cool!" she tried her best to see where the track led by leaning over the rails. "Where does it go? What does it do?"

"That's for us to find out," he patted her back, "Come on, we're up next. They're all together."

Once the group in front of them started loading in, Fuchi walked towards the gate to watch them. She was quite shocked to see the four of them sit in a line straddled over one bench in the center of the car.

"Uhh, Gen? Why aren't there separate seats?"

"Just how these kinda rides are built," he shrugged as another group of soaked riders came into the station further back to get off the ride.

One of the ride operators turned to them, "Are you two going alone?"

"Sure are," Genya replied. Fuchi's mouth opened like she wanted to say something before she looked behind her to see another group of four casually watching them. In that moment, she realized they had probably been behind them this whole time and the harrowing reality of being seen hit her like a slap in the face.

"Um...we are?" she looked to Gen, her voice now much quieter.

"You wanna wait for another group of two?"

The automated gate opened before she could answer and her curiosity and excitement won over her modesty, as usual. She waved the concern away with a hand before they walked onto the loading dock. Genya stepped into the boat towards the back and reached out to take Fuchi's hand so she could follow. She initially sat at the front, excited to see everything, but she found herself being pulled back by her hips until she felt denim against her thighs.

"Gen! Hello?!" she exclaimed, looking back over her shoulder to see him smirking at her.

"Don't get all blushy on me, you're supposed to sit towards the back of these." His tone was so casual, but the force he used to pull her against him suggested amorous intent.

"Alright, you're cleared to go. Enjoy your ride!"

With the ride op's word, the log started to move out of the station. They bobbed along with the flow of the water until they reached the conveyor belt lift hill. It was alongside an elaborate prop cabin with a moving water mill among the trees. Fuchi ooh-d with excitement and started to bounce her legs when she noticed that his hands were splayed across her bare thighs. That realization made her vividly aware of how the angle of the lift hill had her back pressed into him.

"Hey...your hands look mighty comfortable there," she spoke over the clicks of the lift.

"They're still tired, remember?" he answered, squeezing her thighs and patting them to assure her that he didn't plan on moving them.

"Hmm, right, they're tired," her eyes narrowed, but she decided she'd play along. She squirmed against him until his hands stilled on her.

"Hey, you tryna start something on the ride? I'm pretty sure that's against the rules," his hands started kneading into her skin. She should have expected as much, but it did make her feel a little frisky.

"I'm not starting anything, I'm only finishing-- Aah!" she squealed when the lift ended and they were dropped off into the flume track with a decent splash that hit both of them. They both took a moment to laugh in surprise, moving half-soaked locks of hair out of their faces as the log made its way down the winding course through the trees. 

The ride itself was quite long. While there hadn't been anything particularly thrilling other than the fun of watching the scenery and the view of the rest of the park lit up against the setting sun, Fuchi still found her heart racing. Genya's hands on her thighs had started to wander around her, one sliding up to hold her waist while the other crept up her leg to hold on to her hip. She felt his lips casually brush the nape of her neck and she knew right then without a doubt that he was making some kind of move.

"Mm, you know there's other people on this ride, right?" she protested, knowing her argument was weak right when it left her mouth. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as his hand on her waist moved to squeeze at her ribcage just beneath the wire of her bra.

"Yup, and they'd all kill to have their hands on you, gorgeous," he murmured in her ear, just like before in the line; except this time, there was no mistaking how turned on he had her.

"You don't know that..." her voice trailed off when she noticed his hand was now between her parted legs, rubbing over the central seam of her shorts. She let out a small whine, "Come on, Gen, why now?"

"There isn't a better time than the present. Especially when I've got you all to myself." As they sailed through a small helix, Genya grazed her earlobe with his teeth, "Say, after we get off of this, why don't I give you something else to ride?" He punctuated his suggestion by groping her hip again.

Before she could answer him, apart from a notably enthusiastic moan, a passing seemingly innocent waterfall suddenly blasted them with a spray of water, even stronger than the first. Fuchi shrieked in surprise, but Genya didn't miss a beat.

"Heyy, see? You're already wet now," he teased her again, now licking at the droplets of water that trailed down the column of her neck. "So whaddya say, hm?"

Fuchi pushed her wet hair out of her face and started to rock back into him, "Honestly, keep that up and you can have whatever you want."

"Whatever I want..." he growled, confirming her words before planting shameless open-mouth kisses beneath her ear. She responded by reaching back to hold his head there, her fingers tangling into his darkened locks. His hands both held her hips against him as she rocked them between him and the seat, seeking any kind of relief from the teasing arousal building up inside her. The track doubled down into a long, dark tunnel. The two small pops of airtime followed by a dark tunnel only further turned up the heat. One of Genya's hands shamelessly grabbed one of her breasts, groping it through her top. In response, Fuchi turned her head towards him to capture his mouth in a kiss. While the angle was a little awkward, their tongues brushed together to confirm what they intended to do once the ride was done. Her free hand reached back to grip his thigh in return and her hips continued their search for any kind of friction as their faces became visible again once they neared the end of the tunnel.

Fuchi smiled at him, her eyes hazy in the dim light, "I never thought I'd be so excited to get off one of these things."

"The feeling's mutual, gorgeous." The look in his eyes made her swoon. He looked at her like she was his whole universe, but at the same time, he was clearly sizing her up like he was thinking about how exactly he wanted her later. She turned her head back forward as he started to pepper her neck and shoulder with kisses again, when she realized where they were.

The log had come to a stop right close to the exit of the tunnel which led to the lift hill for the final drop. There was a section of water that seemed like it was to push the log up onto the lift, but they had stopped a few meters short of it. They waited there for a few minutes, still kissing and caressing until Fuchi finally spoke up.

"Hey, how long have we been sitting here?"

His lips left her neck with a slight pop, "What's that?"

"I swear we've been sitting here for awhile now."

Looking ahead for himself, Genya noticed that indeed, they weren't going anywhere even despite the water flowing around them. On top of that, the lift hill wasn't moving at all either. He looked behind them and saw a tiny blip of another log outside the other end of the tunnel, which didn't seem to move any closer to them. "Looks like everything's stopped."

"Attention riders," an awkwardly uncertain voice rang from a nearby loudspeaker, "The ride has been stopped, but please remain seated until further instructions are given.

Fuchi's mouth dropped open in shock. "What? Come on!" She threw her hands in the air in frustration. "Of course this would happen to us right now."

"Well damn," Genya sighed as she sat up to keep ranting. He felt noticeably more cold and wet once she scooted off of him.

"Yeah damn! We were so close to the end, I know it!" She got up on her knees at the front of the vehicle and tried to look up to see what was in the lift hill. There was one group of riders almost at the top from the looks of it.

"Heh, maybe that's not so bad," he drawled behind her, a teasing nature in his voice.

She turned back to narrow her eyes at him. "Why the sudden switch? You just said you couldn't wait to get off of this."

"I did," he said, calm as ever as he scooted up so he was directly behind her again. "But look on the bright side, gorgeous. I already have you all alone right now."

"Oh?" her voice dropped as she felt his hands gliding up her legs again. 

"Oh yeah," his voice was gravelly by the time he reached the fraying material of her shorts. "In fact, I think you ought to take these off. I know how much you don't like wearing wet clothes."

"You're joking," Fuchi retorted, but her voice sounded just as heady as his.

"Fuchi when have I ever joked with you?" the grin on his face betrayed him as he gripped the cusps of her ass cheeks, pulling them even further out of the cutoffs.

A giggle bubbled out from her mouth. "I think that right there counts."

He answered with a small chuckle of his own before he hooked his fingers in her belt loops. "May I?"

She readjusted her knees on the seat, "Only if you say please."

With the belt loops, he pulled her hips closer to him, "Please, Fuchi? Pretty please?" he groaned, nuzzling his cheek into the damp denim before planting a kiss against her skin. "Please let me taste it."

She already had them unbuttoned before he finished. "Damn. Well since you asked so nicely," she helped him pull them down over her hips. "You sounded a little desperate though, not gonna lie."

"There's no shame in begging for some-- Goddamn, that sight never gets old," Genya breathed once her shorts dropped to her knees. She giggled as he gathered the back of her panties and tugged them gently upward until he could see the outline of her lips in the dim light. "Hmm, just as I figured. You're soaked all the way through," he noted, rubbing her clit through the thin cotton until he heard her muffling a moan behind her hand. "No need to be shy y'know," he chided her, abruptly slapping her ass so she would gasp aloud.

"Hey!" She hissed, hitting his shoulder with her sneaker. "I don't know if you noticed, but we're in a tunnel. That's gonna echo!"

"Damn, what's a guy gotta do to get you to relax?" Genya mumbled, still holding her in place.

"Relax? We're doing this while stuck on a-- fuck!" Fuchi gasped again when he pulled her panties aside and sucked her clit into his mouth. He worked her expertly with his tongue until her mouth was hanging open.

"I won't fuck you unless you relax," he purred once he pulled away from her so he could pull her panties down to pool at her knees along with her shorts. "When you get all uppity, you start closing up on me, y'know." He started rubbing her again with one hand while the other spread her lips open so he could view the progression of her arousal. "And you're already so damn tight to begin with...makes it an impossible fit."

Fuchi felt her face heating up at his dirty talk, "You're gonna fuck me on here?" She had tried her best to retaliate, but her voice was so breathy she gave up on it.

He was too busy licking at her all up and down to initially answer. "Probably, if they leave us here long enough," he said as he pulled away again to look at her now glistening folds. "Nothin' in this world could keep me from this pussy for that long." He dipped his tongue into her entrance and moaned at the taste before sucking her back into his mouth until he heard her audibly panting, still trying to wrangle her sounds of pleasure in her throat.

"C'mon, gorgeous, l can barely hear you over all this water," he teased her as he slipped one finger into her. "Really wanna hear how me fucking you on my fingers makes you feel, babe..."

"Hahh...oh...it feels good..." she managed to whimper, looking back to see his eyes drinking up all of her form as his digit pumped in and out of her. "Add another one?"

She felt him leaving her and watched him lick his index finger before generously wetting the middle as well. "No problem," he smirked before slowly sinking the two fingers in together. He fucked her like that for a good moment, until she started rocking back and forth in sync with him. "Attagirl, that's more like it. See? I can feel you opening up around me..." He playfully bit her on the right ass cheek while he started to pump deeper. 

"Yes, Gen....yesssss it feels so good..." she was slowly getting braver with her vocals. Either that, or the way he curved his fingers just how she liked made her forget to keep quiet. "Yes! Ahh, add another finger!"

"Say please." His hand in her froze; his voice was suddenly serious and steely, with a sharp edge like a blade.

"Aaah, fuck off!" she whined once he stopped moving.

"Not so fun when the tables turn on ya, huh?" Genya smirked before spanking her harshly on both cheeks, "Now say please like you mean it."

Fuchi made meaningful eye contact with him, "Gen, please put another finger inside of me," she pleaded, trying to fuck herself slowly, tantalizingly, on his still fingers. "How else am I supposed to prepare myself for your massive dick?"

"Ooh, she took the logical route," he chuckled before giving her the satisfaction of his ring finger sliding in. "You're still a brat though."

"I did what you asked!" she cried out in the middle of a long-winded moan. She felt him stand up behind her and smack her ass one last time before he was pressed all the way up against her back. A solid mass of body heat beneath damp clothes punctuated by his dick straining against her ass through his pants.

"All that talking again. Just hush up and let me make you cum, 'kay?" He was back in her ear, sending a pleasant shiver through her when he gently blew a breeze on her wet neck. "You're so fucking sexy just like this. I really could just fuck you right in here." 

"Oh yeah?" she raised an eyebrow before spitting on her fingers so she could properly touch herself long with him. "Do it then...fuck me..." Her voice had that edge to it that she often got when she knew she was close to cumming. The sounds of their hands working had begun to compete with the sound of the water around them.

"I dunno..." His voice grew grittier as his fingers worked into her faster, "where would I be able to cum?"

"I'd take it! Fuck! You know I'd take it all!" she panted, her hand doing its best to keep up with the pace of his.

"Mmm, I know you would. Just wanted to hear you say it. Because I know how crazy thinking about that makes you." His free hand let go of her hip to plunge down into the front of her top, grabbing at her bare tit and rolling the nipple between his fingers. "Come on, gorgeous, I wanna hear you cum. You're so close, let me hear how bad you want it..."

"Gen! I want it I want it I want it....ahh!" her orgasm was much closer than she realized. It came to her quickly, making her jump slightly and lean over the front of the log to seek purchase in the grooves of the fake bark. She surprised herself with how loud she cried out at the end. She let him fuck her through it until his fingers left her, rubbing slick over her clit until she was shaking again.

"That's it, babe...Fuck, you got so tight around my fingers just then," Genya groaned before he enveloped the aforementioned fingers in mouth. Fuchi watched him suck his fingers clean until he dropped back into the seat, taking his hand from her shirt along with him. He wrapped his arm around her hips and crashed his face into the swell of her ass cheek so he could kiss and suckle at it until he left a nice dark mark. All while he used his opposing hand to begin unbuttoning his pants and palming at his erection. "Tell me where you want this dick," He murmured into her skin, though she managed to hear it.

"I want that beautiful dick right here and right now on this boat," she said earnestly, still raring to go after her orgasm.

Genya chuckled, peppering her hickey with kisses, "Not necessarily what I was asking but I love that energy."

Fuchi tilted her head and ran her hand through his hair to push his head back up off of her, catching his full attention. "Well then where do you want it?" she asked, taking her hand out of his hair to casually pat both of her holes. Gen stared at her with his eyebrows raised in shocked silence. The pause broke when Fuchi broke out in laughter, which made him laugh again, in turn. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly they could flip the script on each other.

"Tease," he laughed, standing back up to kiss her on her shoulder. She caught him by the chin and kissed him on the lips, holding him there until she felt something hot, hard, slick, and all too familiar rubbing against her sex. "I think I know what I want," he breathed against her lips. She bit his lower lip, urging him on. He had just lined up with her when they heard from the speakers above.

"Attention riders, good news! The ride is totally fine and ready to go. There had been a loose article detected by the ride's censors and it has been fished out and now the ride is cleared. We do apologize for the inconvenience and are offering free meal vouchers after the ride is done. Thank you all for waiting, the ride will start back up in a few minutes."

"Come on," Genya muttered, looking up at the speaker. "Right when we were gonna--"

"What a MOTHERFUCKER!" Fuchi slammed her hands against the vehicle. "First you make us stop here, then once we're about to get serious, it's time to go again? This ride hates me, bro, I swear!"

Her bout of rage softened the sting of being interrupted, bringing a smile to his face. He couldn't help but tease her again, "Thought this was what you wanted in the first place?"

Fuchi stammered, so frustrated, her words clogged in her mouth. "Maybe if they had waited like, five more minutes. Actually, you know what? Get back here, let's do it while we have a chance."

"'m afraid I'll have to turn that offer down," he shrugged, having just finished fitting his still raging boner back into his pants. "You and I both know there's no stopping once we get started."

"True..." she deflated a little, letting him pull her underwear and shorts back on for her before buttoning them up herself and sitting back down properly in the seat. "I'm still mad though. Fuming, even. So much so that I just might have to take it out on you."

"I'm looking forward to it, gorgeous," he said, pulling her back by her waist so she was snug against him again. He happened to smack her thighs in perfect timing with the hiss of the brakes letting them free and propelling them out of the tunnel and onto the lift hill. "And if we get stuck again, I'm fucking you right here!" he proclaimed over the loud clacking of the chain lift.

The actual final drop of the ride ended up being pretty anticlimactic, though they did get thoroughly soaked thanks to a giant splashdown at the end of it. They were still laughing and pushing dripping wet locks out of their faces as they got off the ride and left the station. They were just outside the nearby gift shop when Fuchi turned around.

"Maybe we should dry off and go get-- Oh, hello..." she was sidetracked by the sight of Genya, his hair and clothes still drenched. The collar of his shirt was low enough that she could see nearby lights glistening on his wet skin. The material of it was thin enough that it clung flawlessly to each ripple of muscle on his torso. He flexed his chest when her hand instinctively ran across his diamond hard nipples that poked through.

"I could have sworn you said you were angry bout something earlier," his voice was low and full of promise.

"I think I just remembered what it was. Now I'm mad again," she said, completely hypnotized by the blue and pink lights dancing across the smooth planes of his dripping wet pecs. "Maybe help me express my anger once we get back to the car?"

"There's actually a quiet little construction area behind the ride. If you're mad enough for that."

"I am," she nodded, holding her hand out for him to take so he could lead her there. "And good on it for being quiet. I'm pretty aggy, don't want anyone else seeing that."

Genya smirked as he led the way. "I know you don't."

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Loved your nalu guitar fic kae which is on my queue! If you’re still taking requests, how about how a strand by fic about where some feral, raging dragon slayer instincts , love, passion, lust, and libido from a dragon slayer at guild party leads to dirty dancing and grinding initiated by Natsu? Or nalu fluff:” natsu finding his girl all the more adorable, beautiful and endearing when she blushes or is flustered . He can’t help himself from peppering Lucy all over with...

Ah, I went with the second one! I hope you like it! I had fun writing it. Thank you for the request!

Lemon Meringue Pie

          “What are you doing?” the sudden voice from her bedroom made Lucy jump. She spun around, thrusting out her soup spoon like some sort of weapon, only to find the familiar face of Natsu Dragneel leaning against the door frame.

          “What am I doing? What are you doing?! How many times do I have to tell you to USE THE FRONT DOOR?!” She gasped, exasperated.

          “It’s easier to come in through the window. Besides, if you were in bed I could tackle you!” He had this wicked grin on his lips and Lucy rolled her eyes.

          “Seriously? Is that all you think about—pranking me?”

          Natsu sniffed, sitting up from the doorframe. “Is something burning?”

          “Oh no!” Lucy groaned, spinning back towards her stove. “Don’t distract me! I’m trying to get this done for Levy’s baby shower. I promised!”

          “What are you making?” Natsu frowned, drawing closer to look at the concoction on the stove. Lucy had to focus, had to stir consistently or the mixture would burn.

          “Lemon Meringue Pie,” she said, continuing to stir the mixture.

          “Can I try?”

          “It’s not ready yet. And even if it was, no. It’s for the baby shower.”

          Natsu’s hand touched her hip and Lucy tensed. What is he doing? He leaned over her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her, and resting his chin against her. “It smells done though.”

          “It’s pie! It’s not even in the pie shell yet!” She managed to squeak out. Natsu’s breath was warm against her neck. She felt something soft press against her shoulder and she realized, with a jolt, that he had just kissed her. She felt her whole face go hot, and her hand froze for half a moment before she remembered that she had to keep stirring, until the liquid grew thick enough to put in the pie crust. She blinked, and shook her head, drawing her focus back to her cooking.

          “Are you blushing?” Natsu laughed. Lucy glared, stirring faster.

          “NO.”

          “Come on, Lu, can’t you stop stirring for one second,” he groaned, “I’m bored.”

          “I have to keep stirring this!” Lucy gasped. “If I don’t it’ll bu—” The brush of soft lips against her neck made her freeze again, and stutter over the word ‘burn.’ Her heart was pounding in her chest. “N-N-Natsu!” She choked. “Qui-Quit it! I’m trying to cook!”

          He chuckled against her skin, breath warm on her cheek, and pressed another kiss against her jaw, and another kiss against her cheekbone. And then he leaned over as far as he could while still holding on to her waist and pressed a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth. Lucy jolted—like electricity had shot through her—and spun around, her cheeks a hot red. But she forgot about the spoon, covered in hot lemon cream, and it came shooting out of the pan with her, splattering lemon cream across her walls, and across Natsu’s chest, and droplets across her face.

          She was frozen, staring at her terrible mistake, and she felt like she could just keel over from embarrassment. He was looking at her like she was the dessert she was making. She could hardly breathe. Natsu leaned in close, and then kissed away a drop from her cheek.

          “Tastes done to me.”

          “It’s not—” He interrupted her with a kiss on her lips, cupping her cheek with his hand, pulling her close, kissing away the drops of lemon. Lucy leaned into it, her cheeks flushed, heart hammering, hand clutching her spoon like it was her lifeline. “N-na…” she let out a breath before he kissed her again and again, pushing her back against the counter, her lemon filling burning on the stove. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close.

          When he pulled away it was to the smell of smoke, but it took her a few minutes to recover. “N-Natsu! My pie filling is ruined!” She slipped out of his arms, and grabbed the pan off the stove, flipping off the burner before more damage could be done. Natsu laughed.

          “I’m sorry, Lu…” he leaned towards her again, offering her a toothy grin, and lowered his voice, “You’re too much to resist.”

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robstar week 2019: day one

hey guys!! i don’t usually post my stories here but since it’s robstar week i thought now would be a good time to share what i wrote on this platform! i’m actually kind of nervous since i don’t know what feedback to expect or if i even get any at all, but i think overall this will be fun! me and @samdraws715 collaborated this year on prompts, so she drew her art for the prompt and i made a fic surrounding what she drew. i enjoyed it a lot to be honest!! you can check out the artwork she posted on her instagram! (which is the same @ as her tumblr) anyways, enjoy! and stay tuned for tomorrow!

Wayne Manor

Things in Titans Tower were peaceful for the last few days, which gave the titans much needed relaxation time. This led to Beast Boy and Cyborg playing video games against each other for most of the time the teens were home. With the free time they had, it gave Raven time to meditate, and Starfire time to tend to Silkie.

Robin however, just did the same thing he usually did when it was a busy week: just trained to keep sharp, and he didn’t mind watching his friends partake in their activities either.

Robin sat on the end of the couch next to Beast Boy and Cyborg who were playing their fifth round of video games for the week. Watching them banter over a game was amusing to him, for he knew the exact feeling of being caught up in a game as well. That’s how their free time for the week went so far, when suddenly Robin heard his communicator give off two short rings. He turned his attention away from the T.V and pulled out the device from his belt. He then remembered why the communicator rung in the first place, and realized what day it was. “Crap, why today?” The Boy Wonder asked himself as he slumped into the couch for a brief moment. He took a quick glance around the room and quietly got up off the couch and made his way to his own room, hoping no one would notice him leaving.

The door behind Robin closed with a whoosh and Starfire, who had been in the room the whole time with her pet larvae looked up and saw that Robin wasn’t in the room. “Friends, where do you suppose Robin went?”

Too wrapped up in their game, the boys didn’t answer her. Raven peeked open one eye and spoke to Starfire, hardly moving from her position. “Check his room, he probably went there.”

Starfire gave a light smile and headed off to find him.

Meanwhile in his room, Robin pushed back his hair and sighed. He turned on his computer and called his former mentor, who answered him almost instantly. He was greeted with the sight of a man who he hadn’t seen in a long while. He had almost forgotten what he had looked like. However, he was behind the mask, which was definitely not the first time he had seen him like that.

“Hello, Dick.”

“Bruce,” was all Robin responded with. He was used to talking to him but it had been so long since the last time he did. He didn’t know what to expect from the man.

“It’s been a while, how are you?” Bruce spoke with a low but warm tone to his voice.

“I’m fine. Sorry I’ve… been busy.”

“Crime rates for your city have been fairly low, lately.”

Robin rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeahhh…” he paused. “but I’ve been keeping on top of my training in my free time, and—“

“You do realize what day it is, don’t you, Dick?”

“Uh-huh, that’s kind of why I called.”

“Kind of?” Bruce said with a light smile.

Robin playfully rolled his eyes. “Okay, that is why I called.”

“Hmm.” Bruce paused for a short second. “When are you going to come?”

“Probably right now,” Robin looked at the nearest clock to check the time, then he turned back to his computer screen. “Wait, why are you out as Batman at this time of day? It’s not even noon yet.”

“I’m working on a case, I just left a couple hours ago. That’s all you need to know. I’ll try to be back before you get there, I’m almost done.”

“Oh, okay.” Robin said. “So… should I dress up, or?”

“You don’t have to, just because you’re visiting me doesn’t mean it’s formal.”

“Yeah, that’s true, I guess. So… I’ll see you there?”

Bruce nodded. “See you, Dick.”

Robin closed his computer and sighed once again. He stood up, and as if on queue, Starfire poked her head inside his room. “Richard?”

He turned around once he heard her sweet voice call out his name. His smiled when he heard her say his real name. It always gave him butterflies whenever she used it. “Hey, Star.”

“I apologize if I am intruding on your privacy, I merely wished to know why you had suddenly left.”

“Don’t worry, you weren’t intruding at all, I was just dealing with personal stuff.”

“Such as?”

Robin rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… you know Batman, right?”

Her emerald eyes lit up. “Oh yes, I have heard quite a few stories about him. I also recall you telling me about him once or twice before.”

He smiled again. He always liked how she remembered all the small things. He continued. “And you know he was the one who trained me to become Robin?”

Starfire nodded.

“Well, I forgot I was supposed to visit him today since it’s been so long since the last time I went to see him, and I was about to head out for that right now.”

“That sounds lovely. It is nice you are going to do the catching up with him. I am sure he will be happy to see you in person after such a long time.” Starfire said with a smile.

“I hope so.”

Starfire tucked strands of her hair behind her ear. “I suppose I will see you once you return. I hope you have a wonderful time,” she leaned forward to kiss his head and turned around and began to walk out of Robin’s room.

Robin watched her start to leave, but as he did, he came up with an idea. “Starfire, wait!” He reached out for her hand and held onto it, causing the princess to turn back around. “Come with me.”

Starfire was surprised at this. “Robin, are you certain? I do not wish to intrude on your personal discussions.”

“You won’t be intruding on anything serious, I’m sure of it,” he told her. “C’mon Star, it’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Oh, I’d love to, but… does Batman know?”

“Know what?”

“About… us?”

“Oh. Well… no, I didn’t tell him that yet,” Robin said sheepishly. “but I’m sure he’ll be fine with it, especially once he sees you. Besides, even if he doesn’t like that we’re together, I’ll be the one that gets the talk from him. He’ll just have to get used to it.”

Starfire thought for a moment. “Very well, I will come with you.”

The two of them left the tower on Robin’s motorcycle without any of the other titans noticing. In a matter of time they arrived at the manor. They stepped out and arrived at the front of the door leading inside. Robin sucked in a breath and rang the doorbell before hearing the intercom being turned on. He then heard a voice from the other side, a voice that didn’t sound like Bruce at all.

“Who is it?” It asked.

Robin recognized the accent instantly and smiled. “Hey, it’s me.”

“So it is. Just a moment.” The voice said before turning off the microphone. Robin and Starfire only had to wait a moment before they heard the door being unlocked and opened, and out came Alfred, with a smile forming on his face once he saw Robin. He looked just as proper as Robin remembered.

“Alfred! I’m so happy to see you,” Robin said happily.

“I am glad to see you as well, master Richard,” Alfred said as he put a hand on Robin’s shoulder. His eyes then shifted to Starfire. “I see you’ve brought a girl with you,” he said to Robin as his eyes scanned Starfire.

“Yeah, Alfred, this is Starfire,” Robin gestured to her. “She’s one of the members of the team,” Robin spoke as Starfire held out her hand.

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Starfire smiled.

“Ah, yes, of course,” Alfred smiled back and shook her hand. He then open the front door wider. “Won’t you two come in?”

The two teens walked in and walked down the dark corridor behind Alfred holding each other’s hand. Robin looked at all the old paintings in the hall and the melting candles that were lit and the dark brown walls that gave the house its mysterious look. He had nearly forgotten what it was like to be back in his old home.

“So… is he not back yet?” Robin asked, referring to Bruce.

“Not yet, he will be very shortly.” Alfred replied. “What is it he called you here for?”

“I think he just wants to catch up. At least that’s what I hope it is.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing serious, master Richard.” Alfred responded. “If I may ask, why did you bring a member of your team with you?” He turned his head back to look at Robin and Starfire.

“I just wanted her here with me,” pink tinted Robin’s cheeks. “Do you think… he wouldn’t want that?”

“Not at all, maybe just a little surprised, like I was.” Alfred spoke. “You know, it isn’t like you to bring anyone home, or, a girl for the matter. I know how much you value your privacy, and, correct me if I am wrong, but I assume that she knows about… most of this, am I correct?”

Robin rubbed the back of this neck. “Yeah… why do you ask?”

“Oh, I just can’t help wonder if perhaps you two… are an item?” Alfred stopped walking and turned fully to see the teens.

Robin and Starfire both stopped walking and a red hue flooded to Robin’s cheeks. “I- uhhh… well, yeah, we are,” Robin stammered.

Alfred gave them a warm smile. “I am happy for the both of you,” he turned to Robin. “I am glad you found someone who you trust this much with this part of your life, Richard. I am also glad that you found such a lovely young lady to be your partner. It’s quite hard to come across people as sweet and as gorgeous as her, you know.” Alfred said as he looked at Starfire, causing her to giggle. Alfred turned back to Robin. “I think you lucked out majorly, sir.”

Robin chuckled and turned his gaze to his girlfriend. “Trust me, I know.”

The front door suddenly opened, and the three of them looked down the hall to see who had entered. It was Batman. “Oh, Robin, you’re already here. Sorry I’m late,” he explained as he began to walk down the hall to catch up to them.

“You’re still in your suit, sir.” Alfred started. “Why didn’t you enter through the cave entrance?” He spoke to Batman down the hall.

“I had to come speak to you about some issues regarding the case. I thought you might be up here.” Batman spoke as he finally caught up to everyone.

Batman saw Starfire and turned to Robin. “I see you’ve brought someone. One of your teammates?”

“Yeah, this is Starfire.” Robin explained as Starfire gave a wave, blushes visible on both their faces.

“Yes, I remember you mentioning her once before.” Batman spoke before Alfred came by his side.

“Oh, they are more than just teammates sir, they are an item.” Alfred said in a quiet but happy tone.

Robin perked up. “Alfred.” Robin raised his voice just above a whisper.

“My apologies, master Richard,” Alfred rubbed the back of his head. “I simply could not contain the secret any longer.”

Batman’s eyes went from Alfred to his former sidekick. “Hm, is that so? I assume this is the reason you brought her?”

“Y-Yes, but-“

“How long have you been together?”

“I-It’s been almost eight months,” the red in his cheeks hadn’t subsided and Robin cast his eyes to the ground and rubbed the back of his head.

“Really?” The masked man tilted his head.

“I- yes… and, I know what you said to me before, about not to get involved in a romantic relationship with a teammate,” Robin began “but… I really do care for her, and I believe she’s more than capable of keeping this families secrets, and-“

“Robin, stop talking.” Batman said as he raised his hand to halt him from continuing his speech.

Robin stopped instantly, and looked up at the tall figure in front of him. He suddenly felt super small compared to him.

“I know how much you care for her,” Batman began. “I said you shouldn’t go doing that before because I wasn’t sure how well you could decide on such big decisions like that. Seeing how well you manage your team and how much pride you take into what you do, I… I’m proud. You’ve come so far since your training and you have more than proven that you can do just fine on your own. Just as long as you can balance-“

“Both personal life and hero life. Trust me, I already figured that one out.” Robin gave a bashful look at Starfire once again, who had nearly smirked back at him, both being reminded of Robin learning that lesson when they went to Tokyo.

Batman gave a brief, warm smile. He placed a hand on Robin’s shoulder. “Then I couldn’t be happier,” he turned his gaze to Starfire, keeping the warm smile he had on his usual stoic face. “for both of you.” Batman leaned closer to Starfire. “I trust that you’ll also take good care of him, hm?”

Starfire giggled as she could tell Robin was becoming more and more embarrassed by the minute. “I will not disappoint you, Batman.”

Batman stood up straight once more and chuckled. “I appreciate your formality, but please, you may call me Bruce.”

Bruce then turned back to Robin. “Honestly, Dick, I think you really lucked out with her,” he still said with a small smile.

“Oh, I know, believe me,” Robin ran his finger through his hair.

Bruce chuckled once more and walked ahead to join Alfred, leaving just Robin and Starfire walking a bit of a distance behind them.

“So… it seems you did the “lucking out” with me, correct?” Starfire spoke in a silk voice as she laced their fingers together, watching the red return to his face once more at the small gesture.

“Heh, yeah, I honestly did.” Robin said before turning his head towards her with a soft smile. “Wouldn’t have wanted to luck out this hard with anyone else but you.”

Starfire bit her lip trying to contain the smile that she now had on her face. She tucked strands of hair behind her ear as her and Robin continued to walk together. “If that is the case, then I suppose I also did the lucking out with you as well.” Starfire smiled as she felt her cheeks grow warm.

Robin could’ve sworn his heart melted at the sentiment she just made. He felt beyond lucky. “I love you so much,” he said as he stared at her, looking at how gorgeous she was.

“And I love you too,” Starfire said contently as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Robin held her hand tighter as the the two of them continued to walk down the corridor together, enjoying the moment they shared.

[aurlyn]

Written for the 2019 @fic-or-treat exchange for the amazingly wonderful @bexterrr

I hope I’ve done your request justice. :)

Summary:

Halloween is Cullen’s least favorite holiday, but he endures, because it happens to be his husband’s favorite holiday. -- and there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to make Alistair happy.

Antici…pation

(A Modern Day Dragon Age AU  With a Side of the Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Cullen hung his costume bag in the farthest back corner of his closet where Alistair wouldn't see it. Usually he dreaded Halloween; there was too much candy, the costumes were embarrassing, and the nonsensical frivolity broke up the well structured monotony of his day. Even though it was Cullen’s least favorite holiday, he endured, because it was his husband’s absolute favorite holiday -- and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to make Alistair happy.

Usually, Cullen dreaded going to the annual Halloween party their apartment complex threw. It always had a theme he had to follow --whether he liked it or not--  and was attended by more of their neighbors than Cullen actually enjoyed hanging out with. But this year… this year, their friend Lyna convinced him to try something a little different. And though he was a little nervous at the choice of costume, the excitement at surprising his husband, had Cullen feeling tingly with anticipation.

The annual Halloween party was only a few days away and as of yet, Alistair hadn’t made his usual big deal about the event. Normally, he would have started bugging Cullen weeks ago to make sure he was prepared and ready. Thankfully, this year, he'd been too busy to bother. After stashing his things, Cullen came downstairs just in time to see Alistair trudge through the door from work.

“What’s wrong?” Cullen asked, taking Alistair's jacket from him to hang up.

“Nothing,” Alistair mumbled, kicking off his shoes and slumping into a kitchen chair.

“Hey, it’s not nothing. You look like someone just kicked your mabari.” Cullen frowned with concern; this wasn't like him. Usually the entire month of October, Alistair bounced around like an excited little kid.

Alistair pillowed his head on his arms and sighed. “You won’t let me get a mabari while we live in this apartment. You said they need more room than we can provide here.”

Cullen pulled up a chair and rubbed Alistair's back. “They do, my love. But that doesn’t mean we can’t get one someday." Cullen nudged Alistair until he looked up, then smiled. "I was actually hoping we could start looking for a house once we got through the holidays. Then once we get settled into our home.. then maybe we can start adding to the family.”

“Wait… What? You have? Isn’t that kind of sudden for you? Usually you deliberate for months before making decisions like that.”

Cullen laughed. “Who says I haven’t? Just because I haven’t discussed it with you doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about it for a while now. I was hoping to bring it up when we take our vacation this winter. ”

“Really?”

“Really. Now why don’t you tell me what’s got you so unhappy today so I can figure out how to make it better.”

Alistair sighed. “I was just thinking about the party this year. I don’t really want to go.”

“What? Why?" Cullen asked. "This is your favorite event of the year!”

“But, it’s not yours," Alistair said. "And every year I make you go and you end up grumpy by the end of it. It’s not fair to you. I think I’d rather just stay home, watch cheesy horror movies and pass out candy to the trick-or-treaters.”

Cullen gently cupped Alistair’s face and kissed the tip of his nose. “Sweetheart, this year isn’t just a party, you’re putting on a production of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. You guys have been planning this event for months: rehearsing, making costumes; hell, you’re even playing one of the lead characters. There are people counting on you to be there.”

“Yeah, but it’s silly and frivolous.” Alistair pouted.

"Now you're just tossing my own words back at me," Cullen said. "And even though it's not my favorite holiday, that doesn't mean I don't find enjoyment watching you get excited, and --don't tell anyone-- but, I'm kind of looking forward to seeing you perform this year."

Alistair shrugged. “I don't know. I wish you were in the cast with me. As much as I love Lyna, I think you’d make a prettier Janet.” He ran his fingers through Cullen’s curls with a smirk.

Cullen huffed and tried to repair the damage Alistair did to his hair. “I think Lyna would take offense to you replacing her so quickly. But, I’ll tell you what, if it’ll make you feel better, I will dress up as a Transylvanian. It may be too late for me to actually be in the cast, but I’m sure I still fit in my tail coat from our wedding, and I can whip up the rest of the costume fairly easily.”

“You’d do that? For me? Even wear spandex?”

“Oh, honey. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.” Cullen held him tight. “I do have to warn you though.” Cullen paused, biting his lip. “I’ve been asked to work on Halloween. You know how busy the precinct gets this time of year, but I’ve been promised the early shift, so I can hopefully be there by the time you go on. Okay?”

“I figured you’d have to work. You always do. But I’m going to hold you to being there in time to see me running around in my underwear.” Alistair grinned, the usual excitement back in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Cullen said with a devious smile.

~*~

Alistair paced the room. It’d been hours since he'd heard from his husband. The show was about to start and Cullen was nowhere to be seen. Every year, Alistair and his friends rented out the community room on the first floor of their apartment complex and threw the largest Halloween party in Denerim. This year, they decided that the Rocky Horror Picture Show would be the theme and not only would they have movie-appropriate costumes and refreshments, they were going to put on a full production of the movie in front of a projection screen for the party goers; just like they do in the theaters in Orlais. This was one of Alistair’s favorite movies and he couldn’t wait for Cullen to see him perform as Brad Majors. He just hoped Cullen could get off work before the curtain went up.

Alistair checked his watch again. “Damnit Lyna, where is he?”

“Don’t worry about it, Al. He’ll be here. He’s never broken a promise to you and I don’t see him starting now.” Lyna said, soothingly. “Finish getting your suit on so we can get started… and don’t forget the ring!”

He rolled his eyes and patted his coat pocket. “I have the ring and my glasses, just worry about your bouquet and newspaper.” With that, Alistair lost himself in last minute performance preparations and forgot all about worrying about his husband.

As the curtain went up and they took their places on stage, Alistair realized he couldn't see anything but the vague shapes of people in the audience. There would be no way to know if Cullen was there until after the show. Deciding to just have faith he was there, Alistair lost himself in the dialogue and songs and genuinely enjoyed performing with his friends.

While the Transylvanians were all lying on the ground trying to catch their breath after performing the Time Warp (again), Alistair and Lyna, or rather, Brad and Janet, backed their way up to the elevator cage where Anders would be making his appearance as Dr. Frank-n-Furter. This was the part of the movie Alistair truly enjoyed. Being thrust into a world his character knew nothing about but was strangely drawn to explore was truly art reflecting Alistair's actual life. He used to believe himself to be straight but awkward... never really connecting with any of the women he tried to date. But, then he met Cullen, and like Brad, he was inexplicably drawn to another lifestyle, diving in unabashedly and embracing the freedom to love whoever he wanted... and for the past thirteen years, his heart belonged only to Cullen.

Lost in his own thoughts, Alistair almost missed his queue to turn around; Janet’s telltale scream sucking him out of his reverie. Thinking he would be coming face to face with Anders, who they'd been practicing with, Alistair was not prepared for who was actually in the cage playing Frank-n-Furter.

It definitely wasn't Anders.

It was Cullen !

He would know that lip-scar anywhere. But if not for that, he would've found it difficult to recognize the gorgeous man in high heels, black wig, fishnets, satin cape swishing with his hips and, most of all, the lascivious smirk that even Tim Curry himself would've been proud of.

Alistair gaped as Cullen swept past him and flung the cape from his shoulders. He was in awe. He'd always believed his husband handsome, but he'd never seen him looking so confident and cocky as he was as he strutted his stuff --his very visible stuff-- dancing his way across the floor. It was a very, very good look for him. And maker help him, Alistair was going to have to get control of himself, because his clothes would be coming off soon too, and no one needed to see the effect that Cullen's had on him.

Andraste must have heard his prayers, because somehow Alistair made it through the rest of the performance without embarrassing himself. And by the time they finished the curtain call, it was all he could do not to push Cullen into the dressing room and have his way with him. It was close though, and they definitely didn't stay to mingle much after the performance.

~*~

Hours later when they were both showered, sated, and in their own bed, Alistair rolled over and kissed Cullen. “This was the best halloween ever.”

Cullen gently caressed Alistair’s bare shoulder with his fingertips. “I will admit, surprising you was fun. The look on your face when you saw me was priceless.”

Alistair propped himself up, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I thought I was going to have an aneurysm. You looked fucking delicious."

"I enjoyed it." Cullen blushed. "And I'm glad that you appreciated my little surprise."

"How did you manage the blocking? You never made it to any of the rehearsals," Alistair inquired.

"I met with the cast while you were at work, they were all in on it. And once Anders realized what I had planned for you, he was more than happy to step aside and let me be Frank. It may end up costing me though."

Alistair quirked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Sebastian and I found a litter of kittens on our last bust." Cullen chuckled. "I had to promise Anders that he would get first pick of the litter before we took the rest of them to the humane society."

Alistair laughed. "Bribing him with kittens... you don't play fair!"

"Well... I had a very good motivator to do this for you." Cullen pulled Alistair in for a tender kiss. "And it was worth it; the makeup, the heals, even the panties - seeing you ogling me all night, was totally worth it." Cullen grinned.

Does this mean I can dress you up again next year?”

With a reluctant groan, Cullen said, “We’ll have to see. What kind of theme are you thinking about? That may sway my decision.”

“Weeeellllll,” Alistair teased. “I’ve already seen you prancing around wearing women’s underwear, how ‘bout we go with characters from that video game we’ve been playing?”

Cullen looked at Alistair fondly, brushing the unruly hair from his forehead. “You know… I think you would make a very handsome, reluctant king.”

Alistair grinned. “And you would look fantastic in one of those Templar skirts!”

“Maker help me.” Cullen chuckled, pulling Alistair’s head back down onto his shoulder and kissing him on his forehead. “Fishnets or Templar skirt, you know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

“I love you, you know that, right?” Alistair asked.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Happy Halloween.”

“Happy Halloween.” Alistair whispered.

Sweet Transvestite (RHPS) - Where Cullen First appears as Frank-n-Furter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AR6wKRWFOoE

A/N - I have to say, I love picturing Cullen in this scene with Alistair looking so stunned! :) It’s the little things in life that make me happy.

RHPS/DA Cast List

Dr. Frank-n-Furter - Anders (ahem… I mean, Cullen)

Brad - Alistair

Janet - Lyna (Warden)

Magenta - Isabela

Rif Raf - Zevran

Columbia - Leliana

Rocky - Sebastian

Eddie - Iron Bull

Dr. Scott - Dorian

Transylvanian’s - Everyone Else

A/N Part 2

Little known fact... I used to perform with the RHPS cast (Sins of the Flesh) in Santa Monica, CA every Saturday night for almost three years. Our Halloween show was ALWAYS our biggest show of the year. So much fun, so many great memories, and (*cough* 20+ years later), still some of my dearest friends ever. Thanks for humoring my little trip down memory lane, and for letting me bring the boys along for the ride. ;)

Notes:

Thank you to my dearest @tatteredleaf for being my beta on this one. To @ginnyq for giving me that little bit of encouragement I needed when I wanted to just scrap this whole idea and start over. And to @cullenlovesmen for unknowingly helping me flesh out some of my ideas. ;)

[ierogenvy]

about

whats up you guys, yes, its me, sarah ! im putting up a new about page bc i guess tunglr.hell has stopped deleting blogs that have links in their description.

-i was @shpevrythng but then bg looked like it might end soon so i changed it but now theres no news so im just like this until spring, i guess ? this is me hoping it ends before the Lingle is out

also pm me if u dont know wtf bg is or why its time to end it

-im 20

-im a poli sci major and i may or may not go to law school but my main goal is to blow up then act like i dont know nobody hahahahaha be president 2034 but  also like,, earths gonna be dead by that point probably so,,,,,,

-(fun secret fact i realized i wanted to do poli sci bc i was reading les mis fic and i related to enjolras in all these college aus where that was his major then i was like ,,, oh thats why i relate thats what i need to do)

-im a lesbian

-im a scorpio sun, capricorn moon, and a cancer rising and that explains a Whole Lot tbh

-i queue just about everything so if u see someone post a meme after its dead its me. like dont worry its def me sorry

-you’ll always know when i get interested in smth new bc that’ll be all i post about for 2 weeks

-that being said my main ho is 1d (ot5) and larry so if u dont like that then like, bye

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-and i almost forgot i co-run @queliott and the fourth season is well underway, so head over there if you want !

-also also if smth i start posting abt is either fake or problematic pls dont hesitate to tell me ! i’d hate to just post content abt smth that offends or hurts some1 !! this is about celebrities, fake gofundme’s, anything !!

-but speaking of that my ask box is always open ! and if ur too nervous anon is on too !! or u could send a pm !! we can be friends and i have a lot of opinions about a lot of things that i would love to share !

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and obvs like terfs, homophobes, transphobes, etc can allllll fuck off and what i need you all to do is block pewdiepie and subscribe to jablinski games on youtube (the pwd link is why 2 block and the other link is to the channel)

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

Coffee and Confusion

Pairing - Todoroki x Reader

Smut/Fluff/Angst - Fluff

Time/AU - Quirks no longer exist I kinda wanted to switch it up and its a college au kind of thing

Warnings - I think you swear like once or twice? I dunno, just know that there will probably be swearing at some point. I mean its me lmao.

(Please enjoy this!! I think it turned out really good and I’m genuinely really proud of it; this is just the beginnings of a friends ship, but I might make this into a series!!! Also!!! A lot of people have been liking my last fic and that makes me extremely happy!!!! Anyway yeah!!! Now onto the story!!)

      Oh god, you were late, you were really late! You were so late for your sociology class that it wasn't even funny and you were really panicking. You looked a mess, your hair was everywhere, your hoodie was askew and wrinkled and you honestly looked like you just got mugged in the undergrown. You were a college student so you knew that you could show up late and no one would really care, but you didn’t really like missing class unless it was absolutely necessary. Deciding that panicking wasn't going to do you any good, you decided to calm day. Your professor emailed the class saying that today was supposed to be a pretty chill, study day anyway so knowing that also helped calm you down.

      Taking a deep breath you decided to go into a nearby coffee shop. You didn't think about getting coffee at first, you really just thought about fixing your appearance before you embarrassed yourself anymore. You were in the bathroom, smoothing down your hair. You always kept a tiny brush in your bag just because you read a thing on Instagram about a little on the go self care kit which had a brush, deodorant, toothbrush and toothpaste, body spray like cologne or perfume, and some band-aids and a few other small things. You had never used any of the stuff but it was always nice to know you had something to fall back on if, say you forgot to do something while in your apartment. You patted yourself on the back for keeping it in there and you then continued to fix yourself. You straightened out your clothing and looked into the mirror once more the check yourself over and make sure everything was just right. 

      Exiting the bathroom, the aroma of fresh coffee hit your nose and you were immediately intoxicated in the wonderful scent. (Sorry if you don’t like coffee, just replace “coffee” with whatever hot beverage of your choosing.) Deciding that you were already late, why not just go all the way, you got into the queue for the cash register  while looking over the menu.

      The cashier took your order which was a medium caramel macchiato with an extra espresso shot. You gave then your name and walked over to the other side of the counter where everyone who had already placed an order was waiting for their name to be called. As you were waiting, you noticed a guy with half white half red hair. You knew for a fact that you've seen this persons head before, but didn’t remember where. Brushing it off you decided to pull your phone out and texting your friend Izuku who was also in your sociology class. Turns out he’d been texting you, asking where you were and if you were alright.

      You smiled at the texts, feeling an overwhelming about of care from Izuku who wanted to make sure that you were 100% okay 25/8. It was cute and you really, really appreciated him. You sent back a quick text as you waited for your coffee.

      “Hey Izuku, I’m okay don’t worry. I slept in too late and lost track of time when trying to get ready, I’ll still be coming in don’t worry! ;^)” You knew he hated your emojis because you always refused to use the emojis that had come on your phone, and you giggled as you sent the text. Within about two or three minutes, you got a response.

      “Oh my god (y/n). You had me worried sick! Did you not feel or hear you phone going off as I was sending you a wall of texts? And stop using those emojis!”

      “My phone was on complete silent from last night when I was watching a movie. And no! I love these emojis! >:O” You chuckled and shook your head. Izuku sent back one more text and closed it by saying we was excited to see you when you FINALLY come to class. You rolled your eyes and put your phone away.

      Soon enough you heard your name and moved up to the counter; which was awkwardly crowded with people waiting for their coffees. You finally nuzzled your way through and got your coffee. you didn’t notice and as you turned around you ran right into someone. The red and white haired guy. You luckily didn’t spill anything which made you heave out a massive sigh of relief, for that was too close for comfort. You looked up at the guy and bowed you heard, apologizing frantically for not watching where you were going.

      “It’s fine, really. You also didn’t spill anything luckily so really don’t have anything to apologize for. I should really apologize for standing too close.” That voice...You heard that voice before. You waved your hand dismissively and smiled, feeling a little awkward. You moved out of his way, and behind everyone crowded around the counter, so he could grab his coffee. He looked at you, when he turned around and proceeded to walk toward you.

      “You looked like you were in a really big rush when you came in here, if you don't mind me wondering, why were you in such a hurry?” You chuckled and explained your predicament. 

      “I thought you looked familiar. We are in the same class.” You looked at him closely and realized he was right! That's where you know him from. Since you were both heading to the same place, you decided to walk together. The most of the walk was spent really quiet. Just sipping away at all too hot coffee you both had received. You decided to break the silence since you were getting kinda bored and felt a little awkward.

      “So, what’s your name, and why are you just as late as me? If you don’t mind me asking that it!!” He looked at you and nodded, saying his name was Todoroki Shouto, and explaining his situation. He had forgot he had class today until one of his friends texted him asking where he was. You nodded, gave him your name and continued to walk. You both engaged each other in casual small talk into you reached the campus and your class, you both say kinda far away from each other, so you both said your goodbyes. You wanted to ask for his number because he seemed like a nice guy, and you wanted to become closer friends, but oh well, maybe you can ask after class. Class went on as usual, you and Izuku talked and did work, though you would occasionally see Todoroki glancing at you. You brushed it off as nothing and continued on with Izuku.

      Class had ended and everyone was packing up their bags. You were talking with Izuku still as you noticed Todoroki moving towards you.

      “Hey I forgot to ask, do you want to put your number in my phone? You seem like an interesting person, and we also have a group project coming up so I thought you’d maybe want to work together, as well as Midoriya.“ You glanced over to Izuku with the “You know this guy?” face and he gestured that he’d tell you later. Either way, you accepted his offer, and put your number in his phone, and he returned the gesture.

      Once again, you both said you goodbyes and parted ways. This was going to be a good friendship, you could ready tell and maybe...a little more later down the road? 

[jamfingers]

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY - your tipsy internet neighbor

if you had a twin i would still choose you

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@thenameismaynard bc this is your fault @kingcobrakai1972 bc you asked me to @shadowcatgirl09 bc I just love you, hey girl @respectable-alcoholic bc you also asked to be tagged in trash fics

To the whole Bonkamily, I love you all, you’re beautiful people. Enjoy your Valentine’s Day fluff, it’s also under the cut if you don’t feel like leaving Tumblr.

Bonkai. Fluff. AH AU. Humor. Mildest angst bc I apparently can’t help myself. Motivated by a conversation gone terribly awry that I had with @thenameismaynard on Tumblr (keenan24 on ffn, I believe). Anyway, the prompt we hijacked was “Person A shuffles nervously around at a party. Person B startles them with a ‘Hello, glad you could make it. I’ll be your designated extrovert for the evening if you could please follow me.’”

I’m not going to tell you the song the title came from - if you don’t know, I’m disappointed in you. Also Funyuns vs Hot Fries/Cheetos is an actual ongoing debate between myself and my SO. I’m team Cheetos and he’s team Funyucks. No beta, all mistakes are mine and I wrote this while fairly tipsy, so there’s probs quite a few.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

“Okay, so…” Kai pauses, considering his words. “Right, so Funyuns. It all starts over a bag of Funyuns.”

“Funyuns?” a disbelieving voice queries.

“That’s what I said,” Kai answers. “Anyway, you know how I teach little kids piano for this after school program? Well, one day, I was just desperately craving Funyuns, so I go mug the vending machine.”

.o.0.0.o.

Kai groans, irritated at the stupid snack machine that ate his money again. With a sigh, the tall man looks up and down the hallway before proceeding to kick in the fucktarded money-stealing vendor. It’s an older model, not one of those futuristic ones that locks up tighter than a nun, so  eventually the force of his kicks causes his bag of Funyuns and a honey bun to fall into the receptacle. The hungry grad student takes both treats and makes his way back to the music room.

He’s an adult volunteer at Whitmore’s elementary school every Tuesday and Wednesday. It was something he started doing two years ago as an undergrad because it looked good on a resume, but then kept up with because fuck him, he actually liked the way little faces lit up  when they realized what their grubby little hands could do. It was cute.

Also, Whitmore elementary had it’s very own teacher bae and no lie, Kai was trying to hit.

Tucking the honey bun in his jacket pocket and opening his Funyuns, Kai takes the long way back to the music room. It was break time for the kiddies, they were all munching on healthy snacks before pick-up, which Kai always used as an opportunity to grab his own junk food. And to pass by Miss Bennett’s classroom.

Bonnie Bennett a.k.a. Kai’s personal hot teacher fantasy and reason number one Kai still volunteered at Augustine-Whitmore Elementary School. She taught third grade science and she had a smile like the sun and hips like a hula dancer and just seeing her made Kai’s day better. She was one of the science tutors for students who needed extra help before testing days, so she had her own room full of brats when he passed by her brightly decorated doorway.

Most of the kids are chatting and eating their apples and crackers, so Bonnie’s attention gets pulled to him when he pauses at her door and boom. There it is. The sun.

Kai grins back and waves her over and Bonnie casts a look around her classroom before coming to greet him. She wrinkles her nose at his chips.

“Funyuns, Kai?” she asks in disbelief. “The vending machine has hot Cheetos with lime and you went for Funyuns?”

“If I wanted to eat sawdust,” Kai replies. “I’d be a carpenter.”

Bonnie scoffs at his snappy comeback and Kai’s smile grows before he very deliberately fishes a big ring out of his bag and bites into it, crunching with a relish. Teacher bae’s face grows disgusted and she looks over her shoulder at her kids before looking back to him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Caroline and Nora in the music room, onion breath?”

“They can handle twenty kids on their own,” he states. He leans back on the doorframe. “Speaking of our mutual friend, Caroline, are you going to her party on Friday? It’s off campus, and I know you don’t have a ton of homework to grade on Fridays.”

Bonnie shuffles nervously. “I’m not really a party person. And it’s a college party -”

“A grad student party,” Kai corrects. “And you live with Caroline. You’d be pretty much the same age as everyone else in attendance Bonnie, it’s not like you’d be the odd one out. ‘Sides,” he crunches on the dregs of his chips. “I though Care-bear was one of your besties.”

The science teacher purses her lips at him. “She is. That’s not the point. I’m just...not big on parties.”

The volunteer tutor hides his disappointment by tipping the Funyun bag into his open mouth to catch crumbs. Bonnie sighs in disgust and Kai ends up smirking at her as he bundles up the empty bag and puts it in the trash.

“Tell you what, Ms. Hot-sawdust-with-lime,” his heart races when Bonnie shoves him half-heartedly. “If you decide to come out of your shell, I’ll be your party-buddy okay?”

He starts to walk away, backwards, so he can still see her face as he fake pouts. “You won’t let me down, right Bonster? Be my party-buddy?”

Teacher bae rolls her eyes and smiles. More sunshine for Kai.

“Fine. I’ll see you Friday.”

And just like that, Kai’s Wednesday afternoon was a lot brighter.

.o.0.0.o.

“Oh. My. God!” Caroline squeals. “It’s a date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“It sounds like a date,” Nora speaks up, glancing up from her phone long enough to smirk at Bonnie. The shorter girl scowls at her roommates for ganging up on her. They were all sitting around the living room in their PJs with their respective snacks and Caroline’s Netflix queue up since it was her turn to control the big T.V. The blonde was a huge Shondaland fangirl, so they were watching How to Get Away With Murder. It was paused when Caroline demanded for Bonnie to tell her why Kai was all smiles after his snack run and Bonnie looked helplessly at Viola Davis’s unimpressed face.

“Guys, it’s not a date. I was going anyway, Care invited me.”

“Yeah, so you could get laid! And Kai is practically front row of the class, waving his hand around, screaming ‘pick me, pick me, Miss Bennett’ and you’re still insisting it’s not a date.”

“Because it isn’t!”

Two pairs of cornflower colored eyes look at her in disbelief.

“He’s my friend. He’s your friend - you invited him too!”

“Oh my god,” Nora muttered at the same time Caroline sputters. “Bonnie, honey, Kai is our friend, but he’s not yours.”

“Yes, he is!”

“He looks at you like a shark smelling blood in the water!” Caroline bursts, having finished short-circuiting. Nora puts her phone down to nod in solidarity of the blonde.

“He wants to fuck you,” she says plainly and Caroline sweeps her hand at the pretty brunette.

“Thank you! And you need it after the Jeremy mess. Besides, I’ve heard around campus that Kai’s pretty good with the,” she makes a catcall whistle.

Bonnie buries her face in her hands and braces herself for a long night. She should have grabbed some wine to go with her lime hot Cheetos.

.o.0.0.o.

Bonnie blanches at the sight of club’s V.I.P. room. It was huge, and per usual for Caroline, who had no sense of limitations when it came to blow-outs, packed with people and free-flowing liquor. It was Caroline’s annual Bloody Valentine party, a sort of weird horror-themed anti-Valentine’s ball - it made no sense for Care to throw it considering her boo’d up status with Klaus Mikaelson, but “it’s tradition, Bonnie!”

The green-eyed beauty leans back against the wall carefully so her roommates wouldn’t yell at her about messing up the hairstyle they did for her. Sipping on her Love Potion drink and watching as writhing bodies got down to Nora’s No Scrubs remix, Bonnie can’t help the flare of disappointment she feels when she’s unable to spot Kai anywhere.

He had to have known she was around - Caroline had stepped up to the mic earlier to play host and introduce Nora as DJ Heartbreaker. So honestly, if the whole party was made aware of her roommates’ arrival half an hour ago, then surely Kai knew she was around.

You’re kidding yourself. He’s probably already drunk and with some girl. You heard Caroline, he has a repu-

“Hello, glad you could make it,” a familiar voice coos in her ear, startling her out of her thoughts. The smell of soap and fresh cologne hits her subtly. “I’ll be your designated extrovert for the evening, if you could please follow me.”

A warm hand wraps around hers and tugs her along to the dance floor and Bonnie inadvertently follows after Kai’s tall form before realization strikes her.

“Kai?” she questions. He glances over his shoulder at her.

“Yeah, party-buddy?”

“Did you just get here?”

“Yeah,” he turns around to face her and pulls her closer, taking her drink and downing the rest in one go. Bonnie is both grateful because she didn’t really like it and appalled because Kai can be so obnoxiously rude sometimes. “Did you miss me?”

The question strikes a nerve and she looks away. “Not really. I just thought you might’ve gotten drunk and forgot we were meeting up.”

“Ouch,” Kai chuckles and draws her in. They start to sway together and Kai’s intense gaze makes Bonnie licks her lips nervously. His stormy eyes narrow in on her mouth at the move and then darken. “I’d never forget about you, Bonster.”

Her heart constricts and she bows her head.

He wants to fuck you.

It’s not like these moments were rare between her and Kai. This...chemistry, this allure, had been there since the first time she’d met the volunteer music tutor two years ago. But back then, she’d been in a long-term relationship with Jeremy and just resisted the pull. She’d been engaged and living together with her fiance, trying to build a future with him - but then of course it fell apart when Jeremy’s ex somehow drifted back into his life and he cheated on Bonnie with her. It had hurt, the disintegration of a relationship she’d held so dear for a while, but after the initial messy dissolution and heartbreak - it didn’t even bother Bonnie like she thinks it should. She’d moved out of their apartment and in with her friends, had pulled herself together and worked her ass off to finish her teacher certification early and now she was employed full-time.

Last month, she saw Jeremy’s announcement on Facebook about Anna’s pregnancy and didn’t even feel an ounce of anger.

But Kai was different. Bonnie wasn’t a coward, but when it came to people and relationships, she wasn’t exactly forthcoming, introverted in the extreme. All of her friends were pretty much the old ones she’s had forever or the new ones who came to her. Kai was of the latter type, always popping up to tease or encourage or piss her off at any given moment, inside and outside of the halls of the elementary they gathered at weekly. His teasing words from earlier hold truth; he was her sort of designated extrovert.

This feeling like electricity, like she could get burned if she got too close, it was always there. And it scared the shit out of her, because if she let Kai happen and he turned out to be another Jeremy...

She wouldn’t be so nonchalant about that. Not if this barely there, unexplored feeling was an indicator.

Suddenly, she’s picked up and twirled around. A huff of laughter is shocked out of her and Kai’s mischievous eyes flash up at her. He lets her down gently, but his arm stays loosely hooked around her waist, his hand just thisclose to grazing her ass. It sends the intrusive thought of what his ringed fingers would feel like squeezing the globes and the spot between her legs clenches.

“There we are. How was your space trip? Did you see the rings of Saturn?”

“No, but I did have tea with a lovely Martian.”

“I’m jealous,” he laughs. He peers down at each other. “You want to get out of here? I mean, I love Caroline and all, but her parties are kind of O-T-T. I’ve got some tea at my place you might like. Some fancy rooibos my sister gave me for our birthday.”

Bonnie swallows and stares up at his face, looking for any signs of deception. She knows it’s not really about the tea. He knows she knows, but he’s willing to pretend if she changes her mind later. He’s giving her a potential escape route. Bonnie nods.

“Yeah, lets go. I’ll text Care later.” Kai grins at her answer and takes her hand again, leading her out of the club. Bonnie can only focus on how well his large hand fits around her small one and the stretch of his shoulders under his denim jacket as she follows him to his car.

.o.0.0.o.

It wasn’t a lie. He did have some fancy rooibos tea tucked away in one of his kitchen cabinets, saved for days when Kai was feeling nostalgic for his family back in Portland and so the box was fairly untouched. He’s sure Bonnie would have liked it, but the second he closes his front door, her hungry mouth was on his and Kai forgot his last name was Parker.

His hands migrate to Bonnie’s hips, gripping them through her lace and sheer dress. He’d wanted to rip the barely-there pink and black fabric off and fuck her like his name was Ron Jeremy the second he saw her, but with her lips pressed to his, right now all he wants is more. More of her body on his, more of her sunshine smiles, more of her disgust with Funyuns and gross preference for hot Cheetos with lime, more of her time. Just...more Bonnie filling the spaces in his world.

Greed was probably going to be his downfall.

Hands sliding from her hips to her ass, Kai grips under her thighs and then hauls her up his body. The petite woman’s legs go around his waist, her arms encircle his neck and suddenly all of Kai’s senses are filled by her. He pulls away from her slightly, breathing in her oddly sweet shampoo.

“Yeah?” he breathes, before his mouth clamps around her neck and sucks.

Bonnie’s answer is the sinful moan that leaves her mouth and the tightening of her limbs around his body. Her nails drag down his back, tugging his denim jacket down and Kai shrugs it off with her help. Their mouths reattach. He takes a few steps forward in the dark, towards the general direction of his bedroom, but forgets trying to navigate when Bon sucks his bottom lip between her teeth and his mouth is suddenly damp with the taste of iron.

His already hardened cock strains even more in his jeans and Kai just laughs, pushing her towards the couch because it’s closer and overstuffed and just as soft as his bed anyway. Bonnie’s hair is rucked, her malachite eyes are heavy-lidded and dark, and her lips swollen and painted red by the blood she lured from his mouth her sharp kiss. She sits up, watching hungrily as Kai shucks his shirt and undoes the front of his jeans, giving his dick some relief from the pressure. Her hands reach out for him, pulling him in as her crawls forward, reclining back into the cushions to give him the freedom to invade her space.

Their mouths meet again. Her dress zipper comes undone beneath his fingers. Kai follows the top’s descent down her body with his tongue, leaving cool trails on her skin. Bonnie had forgone a bra that night, so he latches onto a nipple, sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as can fit, gently rubbing the other into a peak before pinching it harshly - it make her gasp and her body arch into his like a bow, both of her hands burying themselves in his hair. He smiles around the breast in his mouth, glancing up at her with mirth dancing in his eyes. Bonnie swats at his head, but Kai only shoves up the hem of her dress so that the whole thing is belted around her hips, leaving her essentially bare. He presses against her briefly, grinding their groins together teasingly.

“Fuck,” Bonnie utters and Kai likes the way the curse sounds on her tongue.

The long-limbed brunette clasps the seat of her panties with his free hand, feeling the damp and twisting the thin, lacy crotch around his three of his fingers. There’s a threat of removal without actually taking them off, leaving Bonnie exposed to him and the cool air of the apartment. Kai can feel the way her core flutters against his hand, makes himself comfortable in the cradle of her hips as she adjusts herself to fit him there.

Meeting her gaze, Kai deliberately slides one then two fingers, slowly into her core, fingerfucking into her leisurely. Teasing. Bonnie whimpers and it sounds like his name. The small fingers in his hair clench.

Finally releasing the brown nipple in his mouth, Kai blows a breath on it, then laughs at Bonnie’s annoyed groan. The hand making a home of her sex picks up speed and then her irritated sighs melts into appreciative moans and her hands pull him back for another kiss. Thumb pressed to her clit, two then three fingers sliding in and out of Bonnie, Kai plays Bonnie’s body for a few minutes until she’s tensing up, wetting his hand her release and then he’s smiling against her lips, nose bumping hers as he eases off on fingering her slightly to not overstimulate.

“Good?” he breathes. Bonnie nods, eyes half-lidded and dazed.

“Mmm,” she hums, sliding her own hand under the band of his underwear. Kai’s dick is rock hard, the picture of an orgasming Bonnie Bennett, the single hottest thing he’s ever seen. Precum has left a damp spot on his boxers and his tip and Bon’s thumb grazes it, smearing it. Her other hand snakes around his back, squeezing his ass before tugging down the band of his his underwear and jeans.

“Off,” she demands simply and Kai nods obligingly, toeing off his shoes and socks and helping her discard his bottoms. He properly sheds her of her own clothes until at last they’re both bare and flush together and then finally, fucking finally, Kai is sliding inside her warmth, inside Bonnie. He does it again and again, so that they both enjoy it.

It feels good. It feels right. It feels like coming home.

.o.0.0.o.

It’s like maybe one in the morning and after the second time they have sex when the two of them finally get up and drag themselves to Kai’s bed. The next day is Saturday, so neither of them is worried about their respective classes. Kai turns on the T.V. puts on Buffy, but leaves it on a low enough volume so that he can hear Bonnie’s moans as he goes down on her. After her third shuddering orgasm via Kai’s hungry mouth, she pushes him away with a laugh.

“I’m going to die, stop,” she laughs.

“Oh no, not that,” he whispers in mock horror before kissing her again. The science teacher sighs contentedly against his mouth.

Kai smirks as he pulls away, wrapping around her, head on her belly and arms under her back, both of them settling on top of the sheets to cool down. Bonnie’s back is propped up slightly against the pillowed headboard, angling her to better see the T.V. while Kai acts as her human heater.

She gets oddly keyed up the longer they lie there. Kai’s somewhat drowsy, watching Buffy’s misadventures, but Bonnie is really fidgety. The man bites at his teacher bae’s hip half-heartedly.

“Stop wiggling.”

She goes still for a minute, but he can feel the energy building in her body under him. He wonders if she’ll explode if she can’t twitch. He frowns at the thought. He can’t keep her if her guts are splattered all over his wall. Not in the way he wants to at least.

Kai raises his head to look at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She says it too quickly and Kai narrows his eyes at her.

“Bon,” he utters warningly. Don’t lie to me isn’t said, but she hears the implication and sighs.

“This doesn’t have to be awkward,” she tells him. Kai stares at her. She fidgets again and he grabs her hands, stilling her movement and waiting for her to look at him. Bonnie takes a breath and meets his eyes.

“Look, I mean we’re friends, right?” she asks. “I like being your friend. So this can be a one-time thing, you know? Some weekend fun and then we’re friends again. No big deal”

.o.0.0.o.

It’s not like Bonnie doesn’t trust Kai. She does. They are friends despite what Caroline and Nora think and wanting to fuck each other - having fucked each other - doesn’t change that. Bonnie doesn’t want it to change that. She likes having Kai in her life and she wants to keep him there, but his reputation as womanizer makes her weary and so instead of finding some way to progress she panics and tries to regress.

His face is inscrutable as he stares at her and Bonnie is painfully aware that not long ago that same handsome mug was buried between her thighs and making her scream his name. But it’s about as readable as a stonewall now and so she fidgets again.

His hands tighten on hers.

“So what, you want to be friends with benefits for the weekend, then on Monday, it’s business as usual?” his words are a little harsh, but he doesn’t sound mad. He doesn’t sound anything and it makes Bonnie nervous because she can’t read him when he shuts off like this, can’t tell if he’s actually upset with her or considering her words.

“If you’d like,” she says quietly. His stormy eyes flick over her face quickly and suddenly he stands up, naked body making her flush in remembrance and slight embarrassment before he’s out of the room. She hears banging in what she thinks is probably the kitchen and she wonders if she should leave. Kai has a mean streak, she’s seen it - maybe she pissed him off to the point of him wanting to look for a sharp kitchen knife. Suddenly she remembers that the CDC put out some statistics stating that one of the top killers of American women is intimate male partners and she blanches.

Before she can convince herself to run for the hills, Kai is back in the room and dropping something slightly weighted in her lap. It’s an orange and green family-sized chip bag with a cheetah mascot on the front. Bonnie looks up at Kai in amazement when he plops down on the bed with her.

“I have like, a whole shelf in my pantry just full those gross ass chips. I get a bag every time I’m at the store,” he explains.

Bonnie stares at him. “But...you hate hot Cheetos with lime.”

“I know right?” he scoffs. “They’re gross. But you love them.”

Something in Bonnie’s chest constricts and she stares at the naked man in front of her. She thinks she might cry. Or laugh. Something. There’s a lot of feeling building up in her chest so she needs to make sure.

“You buy these for me?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” she asks softly. Kai smiles and grabs at her hand, entwining their fingers. They slot together well.

“I’m your designated extrovert right? I need my little introvert to have a function.”

.o.0.0.o.

Jo stares at him.

“You got together...over your chip preferences?”

“Yup.” Kai pops the ‘p’. His twin raises an eyebrow at him, a sudden mean gleam in her eye.

“So literally, you only have a girlfriend because you’re the only idiot on Earth who doesn’t like lime hot Cheetos.”

“They’re gross!”

[modernwizard]

Operation Save Bill Potts continues! This time: Bad reactions to nasty TV shows

More chapters of [[ Scream of the Shalka / S10 finale fixit fic, ]] Where There’s Life, There’s Hope, are up at AO3. It’s about Alison Cheney, her robot [the Master], and the Doctor bouncing over from the Shalkaverse to save Bill from the terrifying Twelfth Doctor. Things become slightly complicated as they realize that Bill is working with another version of the Master [Razor] to de-Cyber people and overthrow Dystopiaville’s totalitarian regime.

In this excerpt, everyone is upset when Defenders of Earth character Deedee is medically raped.

The Magister, who has been utterly silent, utterly still, for the past few minutes, rises. “Anima -- please -- stop the film.” His voice cuts through the air with that peculiar weaponized precision into which he falls when he’s trying to restrain himself.

Razor glares at the Magister. “The plot was just thickening!”

“I know,” says the Magister as the screen goes dark. “That’s why I stopped it.”

Suddenly Alison knows why he stopped it too. “Shit,” she says, feeling a sink of cold air fall into the pit of her stomach.

“Domina.” He slips into the seat next to her, and she seizes his hand, hanging onto it hard enough to crush it.

“Alisonshine! What’s wrong?” Reaching over Alison’s white-dotted armrest, Bill holds her other hand. “You’re all clammy.”

“I just remembered,” Alison says, as sharp icy tingles go through her. “I’ve never seen it because I couldn’t bear it, but I’ve read all about it, but I guess I just forgot about it till now.”

Bill pauses. “Wait…” she whispers. “Is this the one you were telling me about? The one where Panjandrum goes all robotic and deranged and kills Deedee?”

“Hey! Spoilers!” barks Razor. “Wait… He kills Deedee? Why?”

“No!” says Charlie. “She’s my favorite! --And she’s the only one of my color.”

“Oh. You’re right.” The Doctor, finger to chin, thinks for a moment. “Yes, this is the series five finale in which Deedee dies. I didn’t even think, but… Oh no, that really isn’t escapism at all, isn’t it? Oh dear. I’m so sorry. I’m so...”

“Remove it from the queue,” the Magister cuts in, directing the Doctor with a nod.

Bill sits up straight in her chair. “Wait! Doctor, don’t. I… I, um, wanna see.”

“Really?” the Doctor asks. “But that… I can’t let you… You shouldn’t… That’s horrible...especially since you’ve...well...you’ve already died yourself.”

Bill sighs. “I know...but that’s kind of the point, yeah? That up there on the screen is fictional death. I can walk away from it without any consequences except for crying. I don’t have to deal with all the real-life pain and suffering and betrayal and bullshit; I can just shut off the TV and leave. Better than real life that way,” she concludes with a slanted, rueful smile.

“But...you’ll be sad.” The Doctor wrings their hands. “I don’t want to make you or Alison or Charlie -- or anyone -- sad! I don’t think I should play it.”

“I want to see it, though,” Bill says. “I need to see.”

Putting his hands on his hips, Razor sniffs with laughter. “Haven’t you figured out yet, my dear Doctor, that it’s impossible to countermand Miss Potts? Like the Dominatrix, she cares nothing for the prohibitions of Time Lords. She uses her own judgment and does what she will. In fact, once she moves in with your Dominatrix, the two of them will be co-ruling your universe, so you may as well get used to the new management starting now.”

[michaelreaderreblog]

You’re still my brother

A/N: Sorry postings are going to be slow. I completely forgot about the hockey tournament I am taking part in is this week and I thought it was going to be next week but over thinking things here haha. Now I wish I was more prepared and added fics and imagines to my queue. Oh well my fault and wish me luck. I will try and post imagines though, well try.

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"Y/n, why would we lie to you? Lucifer is out of his cage and roaming amongst fathers creations" Michael says.

He doesn't make eye contact with you because he didn't want to see the disappointment in your eyes as he tells you this.

Before Lucifer's fall, you were a little fledgling curious about your surroundings and wandering around heaven.

Lucifer found you by the golden gates, he ran towards you and picked you up before you curiously walked beyond the gates.

"Where do you think you are going my curious explorer?" He asks looking to you as he held you and walked away.

"I wanted to know what are beyond those gates. Can we go see?" You ask while pointing and keeping your gaze on the gates.

"Nothing important that needs to be seen. C'mon, I'll teach you a few things" He says as he tries to take your mind off things.

It worked, you go all bug eyed and always wanted to learn something from your brother. Especially Lucifer.

Ever since then you two have always spent time together and always been so close. Until Father cast out the one person you loved so dearly but understood it all.

At the same time you were so angry at father along with the rest of your brothers and sisters. For not helping Lucifer. You tried doing everything you could to not let that happen but Gabriel is the one who stopped you.

"We can't interfere with dads plan y/n. I know it sucks. It needs to happen" He says while holding you in his arms.

You remained in his embrace as you cried. While the tears fell is when you felt as though something was ripped apart from you.

Now with Lucifer free, you didn't know how to react to the sudden news. You now know the reason to his fall. After Michael explaining everything to you.

"You have to understand y/n, we need to find him and put him back in his cage" Castiel says to break the silence that has been lingering.

"Before we do that, the both of you have to promise me. You and Michael will give me a few minutes alone with him" You say while looking between Castiel and Michael.

Surprisingly they both nod in agreement. Even though Michael wouldn't have allowed you to do so. For all you knew, he had a feeling you would let him go free.

Crowley has been holding Lucifer hostage since he has put his vessel back together. Along with other added benefits.

He is chained from head to toe in a dungeon like cell. Plotting his way to escape and finally put an end to the one scumbag, once and for all. Reclaim what is rightfully his and finally do the things he has planned for sometime now.

All that time being locked in the cage has given him time to himself to plot out everything. Even though Michael was the one person to distract him from everything.

"I know how we can find Lucifer" You say while finally remembering from eons ago.

He has taught you how to look for him whenever you needed him. Something that no one ever knew, something you have never told anyone about even after the fall.

"I'm afraid to know" Michael says while looking to you.

"How?" Castiel asks with no hesitation while Michael looks to him quickly.

He couldn't believe he asked because he knew how you would locate him.

Michael remembers in heaven before Lucifer was cast out. He saw the both of you spending your last moments with each other. You not knowing what will happen.

He heard Lucifer recite an old spell while he placed his hand on you. Michael knew what he was doing and he was to late to stop him.

Lucifer had transferred some of his angel grace and entered yours. While your grace entered his and they both altered and formed some type of bond but more of a tracking device.

So where ever you were or him, both of you will find each other no matter if there were angel warding. If no one else couldn't find you or him, one of you will always have that magnet between you.

"Before Lucifer was cast out, he gave me some of his grace and mine to him. Combined, it formed a tracking device and no matter the angel warding or what ever warding there was. It wouldn't be strong enough but ours together will out do everything" You tell Castiel while he looked completely horrified.

"I thought that only worked when two angels are bonded together?" He asks looking to Michael

"Not only as mates. It can work when two angels share kinship and who are really close that formed a special relationship" Michael says while looking to Castiel.

As they were talking, you went into the room and begun looking for your beloved brother.

After a few moments, Lucifer felt something he hasn't felt in a while. He hoped he wouldn't have to feel the sensation because he couldn't bare the thought of you lost or near death. And that angered him.

Finally, you snapped yourself away from Lucifer and reassured him you were alright and perfectly healthy. Well for the most part.

"I know where Lucifer is" You come out of the room and broke the argument that was about to occur between Michael and Castiel.

"Where is he?" They both ask in unison.

"He is held prisoner in Crowley's house of chaos" You reply walking out the door and they come following behind you.

The three of you get into the car and drive to Crowley's. You go through the many things you want to say to your brother but didn't know where to start.

You didn't know if you should start off by telling him how disappointed you are or tell him how much you have missed him and just want to forget everything.

Or you wanted to make him change his mind about everything and just run away together so that either of you won't be bothered anymore.

You love the thought of just the two of you together and just have the lost time spent away and finally get to know each other all over again. You wanted to remind him how everything was and remind him how much he means to you.

You loved your other brothers but Lucifer was the one who raised and taught you everything. Even when dad wasn't around.

Finally, you were so close to your brother. You, Michael and Castiel fought your way through the demons that were guarding the place. The three of you killed every single one of those demons and finally reaching the dungeon that kept Lucifer for so long.

"Let me see him first" You say while looking to Michael and Castiel

Michael looked weary about the ordeal while Castiel had the same feeling.

"Alright, we will be right out here. Yell if anything happens" Castiel says while looking to you before you unlock the door.

Finally as you stepped into the room is when you saw your brother in shackles that bound him to a chair.

You could see his true form and remembered how beautiful he was. Except for the tarnished wings he has but either way they still looked beautiful.

"My brother" You whispered as you came closer to him

He didn't want to look at you, but it felt nice to hear your voice.

"You of all people shouldnt have come here" He says still not making eye contact with you

"Why?" You ask in a hushed tone.

When he said that is when you felt yourself go numb. You thought he would be happy to see you again or thrilled to know he will escape.

"I didn't want you to see me this way. I wanted you to remember how I was eons ago, not this form" He says while still not making eye contact.

"You're still my brother and I still love you. I always have and always will" You tell him while feeling a lump in your throat.

While you stood there waiting for him to say something is when you approached him. He did nothing while you undid the chains. With some angel grace all the chains came undone.

“How did you?” He asks in complete shock

“I learned from the best. Nothing is impossible for me” You tell him as he gets up from the chair.

Crowley comes back and sees all of his followers were dead. He knew he had some angels to fry. As soon as he came into the hallway where Castiel and Michael were. He froze.

“Well, well. It isnt Big Brother Michael and baby in a trench coat” He says while looking between the two.

Castiel begins to knock on the door, while you knew that something is up and finally realized that Crowley is right out the door.

“Quick we must go” You say quickly

“Are you sending me back to the cage?” He asks in a hushed tone

“Not me, but brother dearest out there wants you back in the cage. Im not going to let that happen” You tell him while trying to zap the both of you out of there but something was off.

“I knew I can smell Michael from here. Could sense the righteousness” He says while looking to you.

“Right and you have to much pride” You retort while trying to figure out you couldnt zap out.

“You want him back in the cage, fine but I have to kill him first” He says while looking between Michael and Castiel

“No. Not if I kill you first” You say while cutting off Michael and Castiel

“Well, well. It isnt the infamous Y/n” Crowley says while eyeing you.

“I will” Lucifer says while he shows his true form, wings spread out.

You saw how incredibly beautiful he truly is and with a snap of Crowley’s fingers is when his grace stopped for forming.

You, Michael and Castiel were astonished he was strong enough to do that and even Lucifer was caught off guard.

“Like I said, Im ten steps a head of you” Crowley says while about to kill him.

You recite another spell as you raise your hand towards Lucifer. Castiel looks to you and couldnt figure out what you were doing because it didnt sound familiar to him. Michael knew., he did nothing but allowed you to keep going.

The warding that Lucifer had on him was now broken. Crowley didnt believe so he took his chance as containing Lucifer again. It fails.

Michael fears on what else you are capable of doing but you reassured him that you wouldnt go rogue any time soon. Castiel still couldnt understand how you are as powerful as Lucifer.

“Thank you my dear sister. Now something that I have always wanted to do” Lucifer says as he is about to snap his fingers.

You beat him and teleport all four of you to heaven. Your heaven anyway.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT? I WAS SO CLOSE TO ENDING HIM? DO YOU EVEN REALIZE HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO DO THAT?” Lucifer yells as he comes walking towards you and he doesnt look pleased at all.

“Lucifer that is enough. Let the abomination live for a few more moments” Michael says as he comes in front of Lucifer.

“Just leave us alone for a few minutes” You say while looking between Michael and Castiel

Lucifer is wondering who you are referring to until he sees you looking at them and realizes you mean Michael and Castiel. They leave and do other things that needed to be done. Michael goes back and continues to heal while Castiel assists him.

“Why did you do that for me? You could have just sent me back to the cage” Lucifer says to break the silence

You stand there keeping your gaze on him and couldnt believe you have done the unthinkable.

“Because I wanted to spend a few moments with you. Its been a millennium and I missed my brother” You reply as a soft smile begins to form.

He smiles as well as he releases a small sigh and looks around your heaven.

“So this is all yours huh?” He asks looking around and sits on the bench.

Just like the one he used to sit down with you eons ago while you were growing up.

“All of my best memories wrapped into one big closet case” You reply while a chuckle escapes your mouth. He chuckles as well

“I wouldnt call it a closet case” He says in a hushed tone

“I missed you” You tell him as you wrap your around around his torso

He missed his little sister as well and he couldnt believe he was about to do something that will hurt him forever. He had to though.

“I would stay with you forever but I cant” He says while slowly reaching for the angel blade thats near him

“You can. You can stay here with me, please. No one will find you hear” You plead with him

“I love you. And I already miss you, I always missed you. Good bye my love, please forgive me” He says as he gives you a kiss to the forehead.

He has the blade in his hands, with one quick stab is when he saw your eyes glow.

You felt something penetrate you and saw that your brother has stabbed you with the angel blade that was near by.

Finally he saw your angel grace burst from you, saw your gorgeous wings spread across your heaven and he couldnt believe how beautiful they were, just like his. He couldnt believe how beautiful you were, just like him. In so many ways you were just like him. He places one more good by kiss to you as he releases a soft sob and a lone tear falls. He fleeds.

“Y/n? Lucifer?” Michael says as he looks around for you or even Lucifer but no reply what so ever.

He goes further and once he sees someone laying lifeless on the ground is when he freezes right in his foot steps. His heart begins to shatter as he sets his sight on burnt angel wings. He knew they were yours because he can see a hint of gold and he knew they were yours.

Castiel came as well and he sees his brother kneeling on the ground and wondered what he was doing until he came closer and saw what Michael is seeing. He went running for you but only to see that you are gone. Ashes from your wings are all but dust in the wind.

“LUCCCCIIIIIFIFFEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Castiel yells as he falls to his knees.

He mourns. Michael mourns. All of heaven mourns of a fallen angel.

“I had to” Lucifer whispers to himself as he sits in a field with tall green grass, a light breeze sways the grass back and forth. Its a clear sunny day, its warm and it reminds him of your heaven. He had to or else you wouldnt have allowed him to do the things he plotted out to do.

He saw how you would be, knowing you can do exactly the things he can do and he saw how destructive you would be. He didnt want that for you, you were to pure to be like him and he couldnt allow that. He wondered why Michael or Castiel or the others couldnt see it it. How angry you were at father for casting him out and how that still bothered you today. You plotted as well. He loved you to much for you to be bad. It had to be done. It had to be done.

[strangestorys]

Properly Acquainted

AKA Will and Hannibal flirt and shamelessly dry-hump in a Halloween store. I’m... almost sorry for this?

This is the first of my giveaway fics, for @captainwingdings, who placed second and requested a fic based on a dream they had:

Young Will encounters Med student Hannibal at a halloween store. I had a dream last night where Will (age 20 in this) was visiting family (or his cousins, just pretend he has them) during Halloween time, and he goes with his little cousins (like age 17 or so, so not that little) to a massive Halloween store. Cue slightly older (Med student?) Hannibal. Because what better time to kill some pigs than when everyone is setting out gory decorations? So basically Hannibal takes a liking to Will and kinda follows him around the shop because Will knows all these bloody facts and keeps telling his cousins. Hannibal is automatically smitten, of course, and goes out of his way to talk to Will and press his body up against his in the tiny aisles.

I took some liberties with plot, but hopefully the spirit of the dream is still there!

Also on Ao3 here.

“I want that big axe! I bet you could cut someone’s hand off with an axe like that!”

Will found himself at the local party outlet, babysitting his niece Abigail for the afternoon. Halloween was coming up, and Uncle Will, a criminal justice student at the local community college, was the ideal choice to help pick out the most gruesome costume.

“Well, um. The axe would be a particularly bad choice for any kind of close-range combat.”

“Close… what?”

“Look, you want to be a scary killer, right?”

“Well yeah. Duh.”

“So, you need an effective weapon. The axe isn’t going to do you much good in a fight. You’re really only going to want it for hacking at things from about arm’s length.”

They were currently in an aisle full of plastic fake weapons, the kind you could carry around spattered with fake blood and spook out all the little kids in the neighborhood – every ten-year-old’s dream.

“Yeah but it’s so BIG! I want that one.”

“How about you try the Bowie knife, that’ll be the most effective.”

“But a knife isn’t as scary as an axe.” 

“But it’s… look, if it were up to me, I’d rather fight someone who had an axe than a Bowie knife. You can see an axe coming and get out of the way pretty quickly. A knife sneaks up on you. And look at the curve on the end – that’s gonna rip out all your guts.”

“Yeah, but the axe is like… so big. I want the axe.” Her well-honed pout gave her the air of a mistreated Bassett Hound, a face that she knew from years of experience was Uncle Will’s kryptonite.

“… fine. We’ll get the axe. But you have to let me mix your fake blood for you, the stuff they sell at these stores doesn’t even congeal right.”

“Uncle Will, you’re so weird.”

“Do you want this costume to be accurate or not?”

“I want to be scary.”

“Accurate is scarier than anything you could come up with, I promise you.”

“Pardon me for overhearing, but I’d have to recommend the butcher knife over the Bowie, if we’re talking close combat. Specifically the Japanese yanagi ba, traditionally used for sashimi.”

“Excuse me?” Will noticed for the first time the man standing to their left in the aisle, perusing a set of generic teen-murder-movie hockey masks. The tall, gorgeous, very well dressed, mysteriously-accented man to their left. Will realized he was gawking and snapped his mouth shut, hoping the man hadn’t noticed.

Too late. The man was looking back at him with interest, the hint of a smile playing on his face.

“Well, with a knife suited for thinly slicing, it stands to reason that you could inflict major blood loss with little effort, if you properly targeted an artery. Which gives an opportunity to cover yourself in more of that fake blood, if that’s the effect you’re going for.”

“I like that idea, Uncle Will. Let’s do more blood!”

Who the fuck was this guy, with his way-too-tailored pants and his precisely combed hair? He couldn’t be much older than Will, maybe mid-twenties… which was entirely too young for anyone to be wearing that kind of sweater vest.

“More b… yeah, ok, we can go with that. The blood’s the best part anyway.”

“I’d have to agree,” the other man said with a short laugh, which made his eyes crinkle up in a way that was almost endearing. Endearing? What was this, a high school crush? Will shook his head to clear it. He was not getting butterflies just talking to some weirdo who knew too much about knives. That was ridiculous.

“You, uh, doing some last minute shopping?” Will gestured awkwardly at the hockey mask in the other man’s hand.

“I have to admit the holiday snuck up on me this year.” He sounded good-natured, casual. Flirty, even. Will felt the blood rising into his cheeks, unable to stop himself from blushing.

“Costume party?” He feigned casualness. He hadn’t been flirted with since… well, there was that drunk girl at the frat party last year, but that didn’t really count. Not in the way tall-elegant-and-vaguely-foreign over here did.

“Something like that.” Now he really was smiling, his eyes boring into Will in a way that said he either wanted to murder him or bend him over the nearest display of fake vampire teeth.

“Uncle Will, let’s go, I wanna show Brian my fake knife.” Abigail interrupted Will’s train of thought, and he looked back at her, nodding slowly as the clouds cleared from his brain.

“You want… right, ok. I really should be getting you home, I told your parents I’d have you back for dinner.”

“It wouldn’t do to miss dinner.” The stranger was still standing there, bemused look on his face.

“No, her parents would really kill me if I had her back late. And not with one of these fake knives, either.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Will, and you… ?” He looked over at Abigail, taking her hand politely.

“Abigail.” She giggled, obviously as charmed as Will.

“Abigail. Until next time, and bon chance with the costume!”

“You too, uh, what was your name again?”

This time the man reached out to shake Will’s hand. “I never said. It’s Hannibal.”

Will shook Hannibal’s hand in a daze, noting his strong, calloused fingers that were at odds with his polished appearance.

Will nodded and let go slowly before breaking eye contact. Abigail was already halfway to the checkout line, and Will rolled his eyes emphatically, hearing Hannibal’s small snort of laughter behind him as he jogged to catch up.

A couple of days before Halloween, the line was about a dozen people long, all of them loaded down with costume supplies. They’d be waiting here a while. Which meant… oh no…

“You liked that guy, Uncle Will.” 

…it meant Abigail would find an opening to tease Will about his love life.

“I… I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He was nice. And handsome.”

“Lots of people are nice and handsome.”

Abigail gave him a look like a cat who’s just been served generic-brand dry kibble when they knows you have salmon in the fridge. It was a look he was frequently on the receiving end of, one that meant she was entirely done with his bullshit.

“Lots of people aren’t nice and handsome and flirting with you.”

“Hey now. I get flirted with plenty!” She gave him the look again. He prickled.

“I’m just messing with you, Uncle Will. Besides, I’d be careful of anyone wearing a sweater vest like that in public.”

Will laughed.

Abigail busied herself with inspecting the candy display next to their spot in line, only to turn to him after a few minutes and gasp, “We forgot to get the mask!”

“What? I thought you were just going as a serial killer. You don’t need a mask for that.”

“I’m not going as a serial killer, I’m going as a mutant serial killer. Haven’t you ever seen The Hills Have Eyes?”

“Who the fuck is letting you watch The Hills Have Eyes?”

“My dad’s Netflix password.”

“Fair enough. How about this, I’ll hold our spot in line, and you go get the mask.”

“Yeah, but you know way more about this stuff. You go pick out the mask and I’ll hold the spot in line.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to –”

“– Just. Go. Pick. Out. The. Mask.” With that, she gave him a big smile and turned around to face the back of the person in front of her in the queue.

“Okay, okay. You better still be here when I get back.”

Will jogged back down the aisles and turned at the one reading “MASKS, MAKEUP, TEETH.” He nearly tripped over his own shoes when he saw Hannibal standing there, holding two bottles of fake blood in his hands and comparing the labels.

“Oh, hi!”

Oh, hi!? That’s what you came up with? This is exactly why you never get dates.

“Hello, Will. What a nice surprise. Change your mind about the blood after all?”

“Turns out we need a mask too, just a knife isn’t spooky enough apparently.”

“Ah, yes. Anonymity is key in these situations.”

“Hah. Well, I’ll let you get back to your… your bottles of blood.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I don’t have to… what?”

“You don’t have to leave me to my accountrements. That is, if you don’t want to.”

“I… I mean… that is…”

At that, Hannibal put down the bottles and stepped closer to Will. Will had the faint realization that they were completely alone on this end of the store, and then Hannibal was suddenly pressing him into a display of stage makeup and kissing him, hard.

Will stood there like a limp fish for a few seconds, caught completely off guard, before he grabbed Hannibal by the face and returned the kiss savagely. The feel of his body pressed against Will’s was overwhelmingly good, hard and soft in all the right places, dense and solid. He smelled clean and musky, like lemon hand soap and cedarwood. And what he was doing with his tongue was certainly illegal in some rural counties.

Will broke the kiss reluctantly, panting. “Christ.”

“Indeed.” Hannibal was panting just as hard, and Will realized a second later their breathing wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Hannibal shifted his thigh in between Will’s legs, and Will inadvertently bucked, causing him to rub against Hannibal’s groin.

“We should…” 

“Yes, we really should.” Hannibal punctuated this with another hard kiss, and Will had the thought that he’d known this man for less than ten minutes, and he already knew how every single one of his teeth tasted. Interesting.

Will pulled back with a reluctant wince. “I hate to do this, but I have to go. This is… unexpected and honestly great, but I have to go.”

“Your niece. Of course.”

“Yeah.” Hannibal’s thigh was still pressed against him in the empty aisle. Will never wanted to leave. They’d live here together, in the Halloween store, humping in abandoned aisles for the rest of their days.

“May I request your phone number? I’d enjoy becoming properly acquainted over dinner, maybe this weekend?”

“I’d say we’re fairly properly acquainted now,” Will said, bucking up against Hannibal’s groin again, delighting in the small groan the motion produced. “But yes, I’d like that.”

Hannibal nodded, looking extraordinarily pleased with himself. They parted reluctantly and exchanged numbers, stealing small glances at the other and laughing with a nervous energy as they did. Once he was calm again and his breath had slowed, Will turned to go, only to hear Hannibal call after him, “Will, the mask.”

“Shit! Thank you!” He looked at the rows of latex on the wall and grabbed the nearest one without really seeing any of them, jogging now to get back to Abigail.

When he got there, she took it with barely a glance, looking over his disheveled state.

“Have fun?”

“I… what?”

“Nothing. This is a good one, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Let’s pay and go home, huh?”

“Sure thing. Oh, and Uncle Will?”

“Hmm?”

“You may want to redo your top button before we get back home.”

Ao3 Link

[themandylion]

I was tagged by @ayzenigma to tell you a bunch of personal stuff about myself/my blog!

1. Why did you choose your url?

Because I’m a large cat and possibly the Shroud of Turin. More seriously—it’s a geeky history reference and a cat reference and it has my name in it all at once. I would have it as my AO3 username but I completely blanked and forgot that I intended to adopt this as my universal internet pseud for the entirety of 2010 and as a result ended up with three accounts using clarityhiding while everything else is themandylion.

2. Any side blogs?

I help run a shipweek that has a blog, but I don’t think that counts? I just put everything on one blog and make y’all suffer. If I ever made a side blog, it would just be cute animal pictures and interesting internet stories to share with Mandymom in a safe environment that wouldn’t allow her to find my fandom shenanigans.

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

Since 2013, apparently. My first post was in August of that year, but I might have gotten it sooner.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No and I’m honestly not sure what the point of them is? (But I also don’t use my queue, so that may factor in.)

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Because I needed a place to put fanart and I got the impression that Livejournal (and clones) had mostly gone the way of the dinosaurs when I wandered out of hiatus.

6. Why did you choose your icon?

Itsa me, Mandy! One of my favorite Mandys from my old webcomic.

7. Why did you choose your header?

It’s, um. A very meta meme created within the universe of The Tempest of Team RedBird, which was my primary fic project at the time I realized I could have a header.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

I thought for sure it would be Give Tiny Tim Nice Things: A Rec List, but apparently it’s my 2019 fic round-up. Huh.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Is there and easy way to check this? Look, I have no idea how Tumblr works, I just post things and read my dash and constantly curse the app.

10. apparently doesn't exist

11. How many people are you following?

Tumblr tells me this is 83, which seems suspiciously high.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Does turkey-turkey-goose count?

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

Ummmm like 2–3 times in the evening, usually? Unless work is really slow. >.>

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Oh man. I feel like I did?? But cannot for the life of me remember if that was on Tumblr or Livejournal or what.

15. How do you feel about “You need to reblog this” posts?

Evil. I ignore them out of spite. Always hated chain letters.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes! I just rarely tag anyone when I do them because I’m very shy. /o\

17. Do you like ask games?

In theory, yes. In practice, I don’t think I’m active/social enough on this site for them to work. I generally only get 1–2 asks, which makes me feel really self-conscious about reblogging the ask post in the first place.

18. Which of your Tumblr mutuals do you think is famous?

I know one is a published author! Aside from that—I have no idea. There are different levels of famous within fandom, depending on angle, corner of approach, position of the stars in the sky...

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I constantly crush on random people I’ve hung with on the internet. I’m sorry. It is my curse, because we have bonded and chatted and I just really like spending time with you. Don’t worry, I won’t make it weird. Just pretend you never read this and we can proceed with our lives like nothing’s changed.

20. Tags

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 7: Current Writing Folder Contents

I know this doesn’t have much of a point and won’t make me feel any more on top of anything after but I feel like doing it anyway. This is about where my brain is at.

A list of the projects in my writing folder:

(Btw if anyone reads this, which seems unlikely and isn’t the point anyway...do any of these vaguely described projects sound interesting?)

HAICG (subfolder): I should abandon everything else and go back to this but I just don’t have it in me. Like I’m overwhelmed by everything else in life right now. I feel like I need a clear, settled brain before I can dive back into the epic. K/S.

Autumn Story (planning): So I had this whole universe about a year or so ago, maybe even longer (!) and I used to write drabbles in it and for a while I thought I might turn it into a multi-chapter fic with a real story line. Sadly, I still kind of think that might be a thing. A sort of dark, vaguely magical, incredibly autumnal, atmospheric, group-centric fic that messed around with canon ideas in a different setting. But it probably won’t. Multi-pairing.

Party Fic (2 documents; draft + rejected scenes): This is supposed to be a multi-chapter fic but I’d be okay with even one chapter being finished/making it a one-shot. For a long time I thought I was still working on it and then I realized I hadn’t touched it in months and now it’s been uh...like 10 months? I’m thinking of coming back to it, though. Also atmospheric, no real plot but just an indulgence in my preferred style, basically: long sentences and a focus on feelings and relationships over events. Multi-pairing.

Untitled ST Fic: When I moved stuff from my old writing folder to this one, I was in a Star Trek phase and I optimistically transferred this literal one paragraph story over but lbr I should move it back where it came from. K/S.

ST Aftermath Story (draft): A few months ago I thought I could make this work but I really don’t like it and I think I should abandon it. The idea can be used in some other capacity (because I really do want to write a fic focusing on the political situation after ST 09)  but it needs to be totally new. K/S.

Ark AU (3 documents; draft + rejected scenes + planning): I miss planning this fic and I like my first two scenes but whether or not I ever return to it will depend a lot on where I am with this fandom in the next, say, six months or so. An AU in which the Ark doesn’t run out of oxygen, and the delinquents are all released from lock up and reintegrate into society. Focuses on Ark politics. Multi-pairing.

Beat AU (draft): Two years ago I started writing this self-indulgent 1950s era AU, got stuck, and abandoned it, but it’s one of the few projects in this folder that could actually be short and easy to finish. Bellarke.

Bellarke High School AU (planning): One of my first T100 AUs...I used to plan this in law school. This is different, btw, from oh well but is basically the precursor to it. Except instead of the best friend’s boyfriend HS trope, it’s the childhood best friends HS trope. Bellarke.

BFF August (two documents, draft + rejected scenes/planning): This will be finished tomorrow and posted this weekend.

Friends with Benefits (planning): The canon-verse version of the fic I’ll be posting this weekend. I still think this could be wonderful! But I need to uncouple it from the prompt and from any sort of deadline and let it go where it wants to go. It’s a canon-divergent story set in Arkadia and involving all of the things I wished would have happened at that point in the narrative, basically a rumination on the question “now what?” when there isn’t an apocalypse to worry about. Bellarke.

BFF Modern AU (planning, abandoned draft): I’ve tried to start this story like 6 times and it always fails. I think it’s cursed. Bellarke.

Bellamy + Wells, Oh Well Verse (draft): I should probably move this document elsewhere as the few hundred words I got down are really bad. Even if I do want to resurrect the basic idea of a Bellamy + Wells side story, I’d have to start again. Background Bellarke.

Dollhouse AU (4 documents: drafts, planning, rejected scenes): I wrote an awful lot for this fic considering I still don’t like anything I’ve written. Well, maybe a very little. But it’s so much effort to write something I KNOW no one would read so... Bellarke.

Marriage Fic (draft): I started writing this as a bit of fluff after Jasper’s death but then kind of forgot about it. It’s a feasible project but my feelings for some of the subject matter, for reasons having nothing to do with T100 itself for once, have become more complicated so we’ll see. Jonty, background Bellarke.

Ark AU II (2 documents, drafts + planning): Again, a cursed fic. I’m trying to find some way to tone down the plot into something short and manageable but I don’t know why, and every time I try to write it, what I come up with sucks. Bellarke.

Gina Dystopia (draft): I used to have a very clear idea for this fic. I used to think about it a lot in admin. That’s how long ago it was. Kinda one of those fics I’d like to pick up again, though, given my current mood. Gina meets the delinquents in a run down town. Bartender Mechanic.

Halloween (planning): I wanted to write a Halloween-centric fic last year. Did not get very far lol. Multi-pairing.

Jellamy Cafe (planning + abandoned draft): I literally wrote out the whole outline for this almost-crack fic for a majorly cracky guilty-pleasure pairing but if I wrote it I’d need to start again. Bellamy/Jasper.

Jonty Dual Timeline (draft): THIS FIC WAS SO GOOD. I haven’t touched it in over a year. But you know what I am highly invested in finishing it despite that because I really do like what I had so far, I like this idea, I like the style of it... I love it. The only thing is that I’m not sure I remember exactly where it was supposed to go and I’m afraid of having trouble finding the tone again. Two part timeline taking place in a modern au, and a canon-divergent post-s4 AU. Jasper/Monty

[redacted] (two documents): I’m not going to talk about these embarrassing things. I don’t know where else to put them but they will not be completed I’m 99% sure.

Oh Well Chapter 2 (2 documents, abandoned draft + draft): I was rereading this yesterday and I actually like what I have so far! Another fic I’d like to push to the front of the queue. Bellarke.

Sleeping Beauty AU (3 documents, planning + draft + edited chapter 1): I’m so invested in this thing, I must finish it. It way be weird, it may find no audience, but you know what at least I’m trying. I’m trying to be creative and do something different and push myself. Bellarke.

K/S Comparison (draft): Another ST fic moved to this document in a fit of misplaced optimism.

Story Idea Master List: What it says on the tin.

K/S with Ambassador (essentially completed draft): Okay the reason this one is still sitting around is because I unearthed it basically complete and wanted to just ‘polish it up’ and post it but I still haven’t done that. It’s one of those ‘this isn’t good but it’s not so bad I shouldn’t post it’ kind of fics.